Wen Wan reluctantly shook her head, and forced a smile, "Compared to Mr. Mo's care for this little lady, what's a bit of money?"
"Not bad, quite aware… However, I suddenly feel like having a drink," Mo Siluo smiled as he looked at the woman across from him, suddenly feeling the urge to tease her, so he waved over a waiter, "Fetch us a bottle…"
Upon hearing this, Wen Wan could no longer maintain her composure and directly interrupted the man, turning to look at the waiter, "He's joking, he doesn't drink when driving."
"I can have the driver come." Mo Siluo was not planning to let this woman off easily.
Wen Wan felt like crying! This man had taken another big chunk out of her, and it hurt!
Fifty thousand… for a bottle of wine!
