Leng Qing: "..."
He was anxious about the photo, naturally worried, "Young Master Jue, I'm not joking with you."
"I'm not joking either," Mo Nanjue spread his hands, "I told you that day that I knew who you were, and look, I already know. Was I joking?"
"..."
Leng Qing couldn't argue with him, so he cut to the chase, "I want to see her."
Mo Nanjue sat on the sofa with one leg crossed, and looked up, "Who are you?"
Leng Qing took a deep breath, "I am Loh Cheng."
"Quite the change," Mo Nanjue smirked, "Doesn't Luo Xiao feel uncomfortable without giving people plastic surgery?"
Afraid of getting himself further entangled, Leng Qing dared not say much, repeating, "I want to see her."
"Why?"
"..."
"You need to give a reason for me to take you to see her."
Leng Qing hesitated, "You're the one who brought me here."
The man was indifferent, "I told you it's for drinking and chatting."
