Outside the hotel, Chen Mo walked out alone, looking somewhat disheveled.
His already inexpensive clothes were wrinkled, and there were bruises on his face as he planned to return alone.
Wasn't the imperial capital the territory of the wealthy and powerful? Therefore, he decided to give it a try, to see if he had been successful, because influential people are very good at hiding their emotions, showing neither joy nor anger, which is normal for ordinary people not to notice.
To know whether she was moved or not, he had to probe again.
He had just left the hotel when someone appeared, and it turned out to be Su Chenghui.
"Young man, are you planning to go back alone?"
"Thank you, sister, I... Ow!"
Chen Mo spoke, suddenly clutching one side of his face with a painful expression. It was not feigned, for he knew that a pretense would not fool anyone. That fat woman had really hit him; the stratagem had to involve actual pain, no pain, no gain.
"What's wrong?"
