Mo Siluo was dressed in a dark gray casual outfit today, and the somber hue coupled with his perennially icy expression exuded a chill that could be felt from ten meters away.
As Wen Wan approached, she had yet to recover from the man's indifferent gaze when she heard his deep voice, "Why is your phone off again?"
"I was playing games, it ran out of battery." Wen Wan responded almost instinctively, as if she were a maid from the old society encountering her master, answering whatever was asked.
Even Zhou Tiantian, who often lacked situational awareness, knew this was her cue to leave, especially because... Mo Siluo's presence was so imposing, it made her feel like a mouse in the presence of a cat, wanting only to hide.
"Um, you two talk, I'm going up first."
Seeing Zhou Tiantian tactfully make her exit, Mo Siluo opened the car door for Wen Wan, "Get in."
