"Oh." He grunted noncommittally, a slight sneer on his face. It was impossible to tell if he believed her or not.
Yun Mo's eyes were deep and cold. In a low, magnetic voice, he asked, "Got nothing better to do?"
Yun Mo's uncle: "..."
"Does my relationship with her bother you?"
Yun Mo rarely spoke with such a sharp edge.
"...Of course not." Yun Mo's uncle forced a stiff smile as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
'Damn, how could I have forgotten? This nephew of mine is a ruthless character. Just because I saw his expression soften for a moment, I started gossiping about his companion... Wasn't that a blatant show of disrespect?!'
Yun Mo coolly withdrew his gaze and looked at the beauty beside him, saying:
"I'm taking you to meet some people."
Shen Lang: "?"
It was only when she saw the lavishly dressed lady and the old woman before her that she understood. She glanced at the man beside her, whose expression was as impassive as ever, and raised an eyebrow.
