Tong Ran nodded her head and went into the dressing room to change her clothes. When she followed the man out, she couldn't help but ask, "Who is it?"
Mo Nanjue had been looking for someone, and it was recent, could it be...
She bit her lower lip, not daring to think further.
"Someone both you and I would hate," Mo Nanjue walked downstairs, his fine brows and eyes filled with coldness, "You'll know when we get there."
"..."
Tong Ran wanted to say something else, but seeing his clenched fists, she didn't dare ask more.
Mo Nanjue didn't call for the driver; he drove himself. The Bugatti Veyron hadn't yet been sent for cleaning, and the faint smell of alcohol still lingered. Tong Ran sat in the passenger seat, her heart thumping wildly, the feeling of unease growing stronger.
Please don't let it be, please not that...
