It was raining outside. Mo Wenwan held an umbrella, standing behind him in a long white dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her oval-shaped face was pale as snow.
Lu Qing spoke coolly:
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to visit Mr. Jiu, but for some reason, he's angry with me and won't let me into Liyuan."
She lightly bit her lips, looking somewhat pitiful. Lu Qing noticed her thin attire and said:
"Get in the car, I'll take you home."
Mo Wenwan finally smiled, a radiant expression like a blossoming lily, evoking pity. Once she got into the car, she sneezed several times, shivering and hugging herself:
"Brother Qing, it's so cold."
Little Sixth was driving. He glanced at the woman—wait! Judging by this scene, she was deliberately acting cold to stir up Young Master Lu's sympathy!
He immediately took off his own jacket and respectfully said:
"Miss Mo, since you're cold, if you don't mind, please wear my jacket."
