Mo Shiche's movements paused, and he lifted his eyes to look at her. His expression showed no trace of guilt or concealment, just an indifferent tone, "Why ask all of a sudden."
"Just curious, you know. You've been pursuing me for twenty days and I haven't agreed, and then suddenly something happens," she said with a mischievous smile, "You have to admit you're the most suspect of them all."
"You remember so clearly, knowing I've been chasing you for twenty days. Does that mean you've agreed?"
She blinked, "But you still haven't said whether it was your doing, have you?"
"Does it matter if it was me,"
He chuckled softly, "Right now, it seems it does. But unless you don't want to save your ex-husband's Mo Group—you could see how long it would last in the hands of trash like Zhou Kang."
Luo Qiangwei didn't speak, her eyes slightly dazed.
He paused for a moment, "What's the current level of affection?"
"Negative one hundred million."
