Hearing that, Fu Jiu broke into a smile.
She lifted her chin very slowly, her hand still stuffed in her pocket as she approached Wu Zhen. "Miss Wu, your advice is a little too late, I already harbor thoughts about him."
Wu Zhen froze instantly and her gaze started to sink bit by bit.
Was this youngster not aware of her identity?
"Then it's a pity." Wu Zhen remained unruffled. "I originally planned to maintain good ties with Brother Mo's friends, but I guess it's getting a little hard."
Fu Jiu opened another lollipop, leaving only one word. "Whatever."
The youngster's nonchalance infuriated Wu Zhen, her palms clenching into fists.
This was the first time someone had spoken to her in this way and he clearly didn't know what he was up against.
But she didn't continue, breaking into a faint smile instead because Qin Mo had finished speaking and was heading in their direction.
