Seeing the woman with a very nervous and apprehensive expression, Mo Siluo picked up his teacup and took a light sip, "Speak."
Somebody who considered themselves to have seen great ups and downs thought there probably wasn't anything in the world that could make him lose his composure.
"Xiaoxiao, she has a boyfriend now." After Wen Wan spoke these words, she felt a lot more relaxed.
Mo Siluo's expression didn't change much, he just slightly furrowed his brows, "That one... in real estate?"
"You... you knew already?" Wen Wan stammered.
"Hmm." Mo Siluo responded indifferently.
Wen Wan, afraid that this matter would affect the man's mood, began to compare the two men, "Actually, that guy is quite ordinary-looking, the kind you could grab by the handful in a crowd."
"Your taste is as poor as ever." Mo Siluo commented sardonically, concurring.
Wen Wan quickly nodded, then continued, "Exactly, exactly..." Wait, 'as ever' wouldn't that include the god-like man himself?
