"How can you become friends with someone not from the same circle? Those rich people just know how to play with others' feelings. Don't be deceived by him," Yang Xiaoxiao suddenly became somewhat cynical.
Zhou Tiantian opened her mouth, "That can't be true, Xiaoxiao. You don't have a grudge against the rich, do you? Not all wealthy people are like that. Our male god definitely isn't, because he likes men, haha."
Without a word, Wen Wan stared at Yang Xiaoxiao, pensive. She always felt there was some connection between Xiaoxiao and Mo Siluo... Did they know each other?
Recalling that it had been quite a few days since Mo Siluo had contacted her and she was now certain that his attitude toward her had no hidden intentions, perhaps it really was just because she resembled his friend.
And was his friend the same person as Xiaoxiao's friend?
For some reason, she suddenly linked them together in her mind.
