The atmosphere in the private room, which had been relaxed, suddenly became eerie again.
Lin Momo suddenly stood up.
"Uncle..."
"I'm so bored..."
"Can you ask your driver to take me shopping?"
"Sure!" Yang Hao hadn't expected Lin Momo to be so considerate.
Of course.
Lin Momo simply disliked such deceitful conversations.
As an assassin,
she preferred straightforwardness.
She wasn't foolish.
Ever since she entered this private room, she could tell that her uncle Yang was manoeuvring around the sister who had invited her to dinner.
And now that she was full and had drunk her fill, it was time to give her uncle Yang some personal space.
"You find your own way home!"
"I'll have the driver take me home after shopping!"
"Yeah! No problem!" Yang Hao once again gave Lin Momo a thumbs up in his mind.
Turning her back to Xu Bingbing, Lin Momo gave her uncle Yang a mischievous smile, winked, and said, "Give me a kiss!"
"Then I'll go!"
