You shouldn't jump around carelessly.
If you're supposed to hold me, then do it!
Even though Luo Qiangwei's face showed unwillingness and unhappiness, Mo Shiche, fearful that she would catch a chill from the river water on his body, still didn't let her hold him nor did he hold her. Instead, he repeated, "Let's go home."
Luo Qiangwei didn't speak, but she didn't refuse any further.
The two of them walked one after the other back to the parking lot where Mo Shiche opened the passenger door for Luo Qiangwei and saw the Versace gift box still sitting there, which made him frown and bend down to pick it up.
But Luo Qiangwei pressed down on his hand, arching her brows at him, "What are you doing, President Mo? This is a gift my cousin brought all the way from Italy for you. You're not thinking of throwing it away, are you?"
"Where it came from has nothing to do with me," he said indifferently, "To me, it's all trash."
Well, that… She found rather pleasant to hear.
