The black Bentley headed towards Lanting Hotel. Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu weren't familiar with Huo Mutian, so they didn't talk much along the way.
During a red light stop, Huo Mutian casually asked Wen Qiao, "If a woman really likes a man, would she get jealous seeing him with another woman?"
"You've had so many girlfriends, aren't you already quite skilled at figuring out what women are thinking?" Wen Qiao's head was still spinning, too lazy to deal with Huo Mutian. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat for a nap. "Think about it yourself."
Huo Mutian: "..."
Is there still time to kick this girl out of the car right now?
After a while, Wen Qiao suddenly opened her eyes, turned to look at Huo Mutian, slowly squinting her eyes with a scrutinizing gaze.
Huo Mutian caught her side-eye. "What are you looking at? What, realizing I'm more handsome than Fu Jinghen?"
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes. "Ha, my man is way more good-looking than you, by a long shot."
"..."
