The language of the black rose... desperate love.
Luo Qiangwei seemed to be stunned, and it took her a while before she asked Xiaopang in a murmur, "What... what's the name of the owner of your shop?"
Xiaopang didn't expect her to ask such a question. "Huh? The BOSS never told me..."
Luo Qiangwei went upstairs to get her phone, pulled up a photo of Mo Shiche, and handed it to Xiaopang, "Is it him?"
Xiaopang was shocked and looked at her with a mix of surprise and weirdness, but he quickly shook his head firmly, "No... it's not him, I don't recognize this person... I don't recognize him."
Luo Qiangwei narrowed her eyes slightly.
Clearly... his reaction was abnormal, he must have been specifically instructed not to divulge anything.
With that thought, she calmed down, put away her phone, "Oh, okay, I was just asking. I'll be leaving now."
Xiaopang asked strangely, "Aren't you here to find your husband?"
