"Mr. Mo."
"I'm now...outside your neighborhood gate." Mo Siluo parked his car by the roadside, smoking and calling.
Wen Wan subconsciously walked towards the window, "Is there something?"
"How about I treat you to a big meal?" Mo Siluo suddenly remembered the image of Wen Wan enjoying a feast.
Wen Wan, standing on tiptoes, looked down and after hearing the man's words, her mind short-circuited a bit.
"Pick the location, this time, I'll be your conversation partner, is that sincere enough?" Mo Siluo quickly added another statement.
Wen Wan slightly furrowed her brows, somewhat puzzled about what this man really wanted!
"Sorry! My stomach feels a bit uneasy, I'm afraid I can't digest your feast." Wen Wan decisively declined, "If Mr. Mo doesn't have anything else, then I..."
Mo Siluo interrupted her, "Have I offended you in some way?"
"You're overthinking it, I'm just..." Wen Wan tried to explain.
"You're just not in a good mood?" Mo Siluo interjected.
