She was thinking this when suddenly her phone rang.
The caller ID showed: Dull Mo.
She answered the call.
On the other end, a male voice that had been brewing with confidence for quite some time, ready to show off in earnest, rose with a suppressed laugh, "Luo Qiangwei, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
...He sent flowers and then took the initiative to ask what the woman had to say about it.
No one but him would do that.
Luo Qiangwei twitched the corner of her mouth, then turned on the video call and pointed the camera at the wedding car.
Then, the other end of the phone suddenly went silent.
The smile that had been playing on Mo Shiche's lips vanished instantly.
Luo Qiangwei turned the camera back to herself, her beautiful eyes glaring at him, "Mo Shiche, now tell me, how am I supposed to explain this?"
Mo Shiche, faced darkened, replied promptly, "Then tell them, it's not you who likes them, it's me who likes them."
