On the way home, Mo Siluo remained silent, and Zhou Tiantian initially managed to pretend, but it didn't last ten minutes before she returned to her chatty nature.
"Mr. Mo, could you give me an autograph when we get out of the car?" Zhou Tiantian turned around, excited beyond herself.
"Sorry, my name is only signed on contracts," Mo Siluo replied in a low voice.
Zhou Tiantian thought about it and realized that these businesspeople are always cautious in everything they do; their names aren't to be signed carelessly, right?
Silence, a deadly quietness in the car.
"Wanwan, did you gain anything from going out today?" Seeing the male god was icy cold, Zhou Tiantian had to change the subject to avoid freezing to death herself.
Wen Wan prayed many times in her heart, fearing that Tiantian would mention something about erotic lingerie in front of the male god. It wasn't that she didn't trust her, it was that she really didn't trust her!
