Yan Luoxi's heart skipped a beat. She recalled seeing a familiar black Porsche when leaving the funeral home. Could it have been Mo Beichen's car? If he saw Buhui, keeping it a secret might not be good for Buhui.
Hesitating for two seconds, Yan Luoxi said, "Yes, I went to the funeral home this afternoon. Why, is President Mo at the funeral home now?"
Mo Beichen's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he cautiously asked her, "Were you alone?"
"No, I went with Buhui. It just happened that the remains of an acquaintance were retrieved, so I went to have a look. Buhui was in my car, afraid I'd be scared, so she accompanied me."
Mo Beichen pressed his thin lips tightly, "Yan Luoxi, was she accompanying you, or were you accompanying her?"
Yan Luoxi bit her teeth. Sure enough, Mo Beichen wasn't so easily fooled. She said, "President Mo, does it matter? The result is that both of us went to the funeral home."
