Jiang Moxi turned around and saw the exquisite profile of Fu Youhan, along with the smile gathering in his eyes.
His smile spread from the corners of his mouth to his ears, enchantingly captivating.
Jiang Moxi, afraid of succumbing, quickly averted her gaze, "I refuse this deal."
"That's really a pity," said the man with a slightly husky voice, seductive.
Jiang Moxi avoided meeting Fu Youhan's eyes, and her gaze fell on the surroundings.
But when she noticed there was no trace of a wheelchair, she couldn't help but ask him, "How are you here? Aren't you afraid of being discovered without your wheelchair?"
The two had been in contact for half a year, and Jiang Moxi was well aware that this man's usual leisure spot was Night Color, not here.
Thus, his appearance here today, without a wheelchair, was highly suspicious.
