"..." Jin Jumo pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes glanced quickly at the clock on the wall.
Noticing Jin Jumo's small movement, Rong Mochen furrowed his brows and swept his dark eyes over.
When he saw the clock on the wall frozen at two in the morning, Feiran's thin lips suddenly raised coldly.
He had forgotten.
It was already two in the morning… Two in the morning on the 29th!
That is to say, the one-year contract the two had signed before had expired!
"Really unwilling to suffer any loss." Rong Mochen did not retreat but pressed his chest closer against Jin Jumo, with a detached tone.
Jin Jumo pretended not to understand.
Rong Mochen sneered, raising Jin Jumo's delicate chin with long fingers and staring deep into her eyes with dark eyes, "Knowing this earlier, would I have been redundant to rush back from France specially to save you?"
Did he rush back from France specially to save her?
Jin Jumo fixed her gaze, shocked, at Rong Mochen.
