Qu Tan'er was not interested in discovering the truth.
She couldn't help but look back at Mo Liancheng, who was unconscious behind her.
It was just one glance, and unintentionally, she spaced out...
Under the dim candlelight, Mo Liancheng's facial features were like the most exquisite piece of art in the world.
In the haze, they were so beautiful that one wouldn't want to look away for even a moment.
"Damn demon, if you were born in the 21st century, you'd definitely be wildly famous, or else, if one day I could really go back, how about I kidnap you? Turn you into a superstar, then I wouldn't have to worry for the rest of my life, hehe... Just sitting and counting Money, how great." Qu Tan'er had longing on her face, imagining the joyful situation of counting Money. It's just a pity...
Imagination is, after all, just imagination, unlikely to become reality.
If she herself couldn't go back, how could she possibly kidnap a living person back with her?
And then...
