After a while, Tang Yan lifted his gaze, staring intently at her as if it carried flames, "So, are you concerned about me?"
Faced with his questioning, coupled with the masculine pheromones he exuded, Jin Mo found herself stuttering.
"I... I'm here for the deposit that you seem to have forgotten about."
Tang Yan's face turned dark. He picked up a cigarette box from the coffee table, put a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head to light it, and his deep eyes were briefly illuminated.
Jin Mo turned away, her expression somewhat unnatural.
She had to admit that every move this man made constantly drew her attention.
Tang Yan walked into the bedroom, came out with a card in his hand, and tossed it onto the coffee table, his voice cold, "The PIN is six eights."
His tone seemed like a handout, making Jin Mo incredibly uncomfortable, but she still bent down calmly to pick up the card.
