Jin Jumo's mouth twitched, her expression somewhat complicated.
"What's wrong?" Rong Mochen frowned.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly and shook her head.
Rong Mochen didn't ask further, but his deep black eyes fixed on Jin Jumo.
Half an hour later, the Spyker stopped in front of Shanshui Villa, and Rong Mochen was the first to get out of the car.
Jin Jumo sat in the car without moving, somewhat stunned.
The luxury cars parked in front of the villa looked like they could hold an exhibition. And, what's with all these people coming and going all dressed up and glamorous?
Isn't it just a fifteen-year-old girl's birthday party? Does it need to be so extravagant?
And this is just outside the villa; who knows how grand it is inside!
