Mo Siluo didn't say much, just subtly hooked the corner of his lips and proceeded to put the money from the woman's hand into his wallet.
"Hey, if it wasn't for my help, that money would have ended up in someone else's pocket," Wen Wan pouted.
Mo Siluo stopped in his tracks, turned his eyes to the woman, "So..."
Wen Wan raised her hand, making a gesture of counting money towards the man, jokingly said, "Split it fifty-fifty."
Mo Siluo simply closed his wallet and put it back in his pocket. With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he replied, "I already gave you the flowers, asking for money now wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
"You—" Wen Wan was choked up with frustration again.
Staring down at the basket of beautiful roses, Wen Wan thought resentfully, if it weren't for that little girl suddenly showing up, he wouldn't have given her the flowers! It was just his pride as a man acting up; she told herself that.
