Jin Jumo looked at him, "I'm not with Mr. Rong either."
"No, you are with me." Rong Mochen leaned forward, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, raised his dark eyes, and stared deeply at her, speaking.
His gaze was so intense that Jin Jumo's eyelashes trembled twice fiercely, instinctively avoiding his gaze, her pink lips moved slightly, "I understand very well."
"You don't understand."
Rong Mochen squinted his eyes, his voice suddenly sinister, "You and I have Xixi and Hanhan, we are destined to be together, no one can stop or oppose it, not even you."
Jin Jumo looked at his cold and sinister handsome face, a chill ran down her back.
Rong Mochen stood up, walked to Jin Jumo, bent slightly, one hand gently caressed her white chin, his dark eyes deep as if trying to see through her, "Little Mo, give me your answer."
"..." Jin Jumo blinked in confusion, not understanding the meaning of his words.
