Mo Siluo slightly frowned and took a few puffs of his cigarette, then opened the door and got into the car; soon, the car drove away briskly.
Seeing that Mo Siluo did not follow, Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief. However, she felt uneasily anxious inside. This was not his usual way of doing things; had he really let her go so easily? She was not that naive.
"Wanwan, why did he leave again?" Xiaoguai looked back and suddenly asked her.
"He's sick; let's just ignore him." Wen Wan, pulling Xiaoguai, quickened her pace as if fearing that Mo Siluo might suddenly appear.
However, avoiding him was not a solution. The next day, Wen Wan encountered the man again, right at the entrance of the apartment building.
This time, she was not so lucky because Mo Siluo, without any explanation, pulled her into the car, but no matter how she screamed, no one came to help her. Was it because someone dressed in a respectable manner could not be a bad person?
