Han Zhuoli coughed slightly and sat back down, tidying his collar. "I'm so handsome, how could someone be completely indifferent towards me?"
"Oh!" Mo Jingcheng suddenly became interested. "You have a target? Who is it? How does she look like? Do you have a photograph of her?"
"No," Han Zhuoli did not even want to respond to him, and turned to ask Chu Tian, "What kind of men do you women like?"
"I can't represent all the women," Chu Tian took a look at Mo Jingcheng, her eyes full of emotions. "But I like the kind of men like big brother Mo. Mature, steady, not frivolous.
Even though he was also a wolf who stole her, the white rabbit, back to his den, she was willing to let him steal her.
