She seemed less businesslike and more enchanting than during the day.
When she applied the bright red lipstick, Wen Li knocked on her door.
Fu Rong wouldn't personally come to pick her up; she usually went there by herself. Today Wen Li was accompanying her, so she took Wen Li's car.
Seeing Ye Ranran and Wen Li arrive together, Jun Mochan's lips curled into a smile.
It seemed that the investigation results were true, Fu Rong didn't care much about her. In this case, it would be much easier for him to recapture her heart.
He didn't care whether she could recover her memory or not; she could only stay by his side.
She could only belong to him.
Noticing his gaze fixed on a certain spot, Zhou Xian coughed and leaned in to whisper, "Haven't you considered one issue?"
Jun Mochan's eyes narrowed slightly, a sign of his impatience.
"Maybe she and Fu Rong have already..." Zhou Xian winked at him.
A vein bulged on Jun Mochan's forehead: "Shut up."
