"Mr. Mo, what a coincidence." Wen Wan's voice carried a mocking tone.
Mo Siluo approached, his gaze discreetly sweeping over the woman's body before settling on her unpowdered face, his thin lips slightly parting, "You... usually just head out like this?"
Wen Wan was thinking about how to extricate herself but, after hearing the man's teasing voice, her entire face suddenly turned bright red.
Zhou Tiantian hadn't noticed before, but after hearing what the man said, she too turned her attention to her friend's attire.
Wen Wan was wearing a pair of washed-out denim shorts that barely covered her knees, a loose, oversized white printed T-shirt covering her otherwise good figure, and a pair of white sneakers, one of which was untied. Her long black hair was carelessly tied up behind her head, and with her fair complexion, her dark circles looked particularly alarming.
Wen Wan felt extremely embarrassed, her lips twitching slightly.
