The driver saw the situation and directly turned the rear ceiling light to its brightest.
Wen Wan wanted to roar, cursing the driver a million times in her mind. Was making it so bright because he didn't think he could see clearly enough?
Feeling too ashamed to face anyone, Wen Wan simply turned her face towards the window. But her heart was beating even more fiercely, and her ears were perked up as if waiting for the man's reaction.
Zhou Tiantian, who had thicker skin, directly turned back and asked the man, "Mr. Mo, what do you think? Are Wanwan's designs okay? From a man's perspective, could you offer some advice?"
Wen Wan closed her eyes, feeling like a prisoner awaiting execution—nervous and despairing—
"The products you sell... are they erotic clothing?" Mo Siluo did not seem the slightest bit embarrassed; instead, the corners of his lips seemed to be curving upwards slightly.
The driver in front, who was drinking water, spat it out upon hearing Mo Siluo's comment.
