"Tangtang, don't be like this," Mo Shiche looked down, "why did you suddenly come back, what do you need the money for, where have you been all this year, tell me everything truthfully. I can fulfill all your wishes, alright?"
Luo Qiangwei's eyes curved into a smile, "You don't wish me to come back suddenly?"
"Wish," he answered without hesitation, then said, "But I don't wish for you to hide anything from me."
"I haven't hidden anything from you. I came back to make money. I have to support more than two hundred people, both adults and children, including your relatives—"
Her delicate chin was suddenly pinched, and the man asked in a deep voice, "My relatives?"
"Yes, relatives, younger than you," Luo Qiangwei raised her hand to gently pat his handsome face, "Alright, President Mo, stop fooling around, behave."
Having said that, she took a step back and turned to leave.
Her wrist was once again grabbed by the man.
Luo Qiangwei genuinely felt annoyed.
