Having one black-hearted shell after another is really meaningless.
However, the thing you desperately want is always out of reach.
He picked up his glass and drank one cup after another.
"Why are you drinking so much? If you want to see her so badly, just go talk to her. I think you're just scared, huh?"
Mo Wenwan was provoking him. To be honest, she quite admired Li Li, but this man was incredibly hard to get close to.
She had tried, but alas, he wouldn't take the bait. And his words always hinted that she should focus on her proper work.
Even that bitch Huang Shan, he was willing to sleep with her, but he wouldn't sleep with Mo Wenwan.
Who knows if he's genuinely upright or just faking it.
Especially the way he looked at Qin Miaomiao—that yearning gaze. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled deep in Mo Wenwan's heart and quietly reared its head.
She gave his arm a tug: "Go say hi. You're acquaintances, after all."
Li Li let her drag him over.
