Lin Wanwan looked sinisterly at the man next to her. Lu Zhanbei had on a look of innocence.
She snorted coldly and cleared her throat. Then, she started to say, "Mo Chen, I'm very satisfied. However, I don't have checks. Can I throw bricks at you?"
"…" Mo Chen on the other end was strangely silent for a second. After that, he uttered a word, "F*ck!"
Du du du. The call was hung up.
Lin Wanwan looked towards Lu Zhanbei and deliberately dragged the long note. "Little Beibei~"
Facing her dangerous-looking eyes, Lu Zhanbei was still his graceful and elegantly calm self. He evaded the subject under discussion. "Do you want to know when I had confirmed my feelings for you?"
Lin Wanwan was stunned. Although she knew that he was obviously changing the topic, her curiosity was still hooked and she could not be bothered to condemn him.
"When?"
"When you were racing at the age of seventeen."
