Perhaps because she saw through it, she once hated.
"Little Mo, I'm sincere."
Jin Jumo was dazed, her eyes innocently looking at Rong Mochen's profound face.
Rong Mochen reached out and held her thin shoulder, his dark eyes intensely gazing at her, "Remember, in this world now, no one can compare to the place you hold in my heart, including Xixi and Hanhan."
"..." Jin Jumo's breath suddenly stopped, her heart trembling uncontrollably, "What, what are you saying?"
"I said, you are unique," Rong Mochen declared.
Jin Jumo's eyes widened, her peach blossom eyes filled with shock and doubt, "Mr. Rong must be too tired, he doesn't even know what he's saying."
While speaking, Jin Jumo hurriedly pushed away his hand gripping her shoulder.
Rong Mochen looked at her panic-stricken and repulsed face, his dark eyes steady, he pressed his thin lips together and said nothing more.
Jin Jumo had another sleepless night.
At six in the morning, she dialed Ying Jingyao's cell phone again.
