Xia Pianpian's face turned pale, but she didn't say anything.
After the brand merchant left, Xia Pianpian said, "You can't, Mo Shu, your injury hasn't healed yet. That day won't just be as simple as walking a runway..."
"Sixty million," Mo Shu suddenly smiled, reaching out to touch Xia Pianpian's head, "Even selling you wouldn't fetch this much money, I have no choice but to go."
Sell you ...
Xia Pianpian suddenly had tears in her eyes and slightly lowered her head.
Perhaps, she could try.
In the middle of the night.
Mo Shu found that Xia Pianpian had quietly left the house.
Looking at the time, it was already midnight.
At this hour, what was Xia Pianpian going out for?
Mo Shu didn't make a sound and quietly followed her.
Xia Pianpian seemed worried about being noticed, constantly looking around as she walked.
Mo Shu saw her get into a Lincoln car.
Mo Shu frowned, just as a taxi came by with no passengers, he flagged it down and asked the driver to follow the car ahead.
