"Wait for me a moment." Rong Mochen ruffled Jin Jumo's hair.
Jin Jumo nodded.
Rong Mochen walked into the private room and came out with a black overcoat in his hand.
"What do you want to eat?"
As he came over, his long arm naturally draped over Jin Jumo's shoulder, his deep, steady voice seemed to echo right by her ear.
Jin Jumo felt a slight tingling in her ear, her head tilted slightly to one side, "I'm good with anything, Mr. Rong, you decide."
Rong Mochen didn't say anything.
Jin Jumo was thinking about the sudden ten million transfer, her face showing all sorts of conflict.
She lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, then finally summoned the courage to ask softly, "Mr. Rong."
"Hmm?" Rong Mochen looked down at her, his dark eyes as gentle as a breeze gliding over a calm lake.
Jin Jumo's heart skipped a beat, slightly lowering her gaze, "I received a ten million transfer today, was it from Mr. Rong?"
"No." Rong Mochen said.
No?
