Chen Mo didn't plan to refuse, especially if someone with an agenda had set this up—he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
He looked around to check if it was a setup—some kind of scam—but he didn't see anyone. It seemed like the car breaking down was just an act, and the woman had intentionally driven here. Through the cultivation of secret techniques, Chen Mo's perception had far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
If someone were ambushing them, he'd be the first to know.
He stood up again, leaned himself onto the female manager's back, and she couldn't resist letting out a cry of stimulation, "Ah."
"What's your name?"
"I... my last name is Zhong."
"Manager Zhong, wasn't someone sent you here?"
Manager Zhong was slightly startled, then turned to look at Chen Mo, "No, who would send me?"
