The white street lights fall into the car, casting a light field, while the unlit part reflects a quiet deep blue.
Mu Qing sat in the shadows, her eyes distant and clear, "Mr. Mo has no right to ask about my personal problems."
Mo Xiaoyuan stared at her closely.
At this moment, there was no smile on the woman's face. It was as if she was facing the most powerful enemy. All the muscles in her body were tense, and her sharp thorns were exposed, refusing him to get close.
If he had not just seen her smile in front of another man, he would probably have thought she was a woman who kept men at a distance.
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