"Where did all your money go?" Zhou Tiantian was extremely surprised.
A vision of Mo Siluo flashed through Wen Wan's mind, so she replied irritably, "Spent it on a gigolo!"
As Zhou Tiantian was drinking water, she almost spat it out on hearing Wen Wan's response, "Gi... gigolo?"
"I'm practically penniless now; you'll have to bail me out in the future," Wen Wan sighed, feeling utterly suffocated by life.
"The gigolo you mentioned... is that Mo Siluo?" Zhou Tiantian understood it this way.
"Who else could it be?" Wen Wan slumped on the sofa, feeling like there was no hope left in life.
"If Mo Siluo finds out you've been calling him a gigolo..." Zhou Tiantian snickered mischievously, then suddenly changed the subject, "Hey, that's not right. Isn't he keeping you as his mistress? He should be paying you instead, so why are you the one paying him?"
