Gu Yunbo was dumbfounded, raising her head in shock to see the handsome face so close, bathed in moonlight with a luminous glow, beautiful like a fairy and more like a demon. She bit her lip; it hurt, not an illusion nor a mirage.
"Take it." Meng Fan urged.
"What for?" She looked at the hundred-dollar bill presented in front of her, even more confused.
"It's New Year's money! Aren't you here to give me New Year's greetings?" Meng Fan's gaze fell on her knee, which was kneeling on the ground, with one hand supporting herself.
Gu Yunbo leapt up from the ground instantly, her mind must be confused to give him New Year's greetings.
"What are you doing here?" She turned to scout around, the strong sense of murderous intent and danger had disappeared. She looked at Meng Fan, who seemed calm and unperturbed, dismissing her ridiculous assumptions.
Definitely not him.
