Mo Qingchen was pulling out of their driveaway when he said this. "I didn't bring my purse. I don't even have my card," he said. Qian Meng could also hear that he wasn't sure about her testimony about her younger brother.
"I'll transfer the money. You can pay me back in beverages," she chirped.
Mo Qingchen shook his head. "Understood." In his head, he prayed that this little brother wasn't a serpent well concealed in his skin.
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When they pulled in front of the Yun family house, Mo Qingchen looked aghast. "You lived here for most of your life?" he asked, sounding appalled.
Qian Meng snickered. The building was ornamented and grand. The furniture inside was somewhat similar. "What until you see inside the house," she said.
Mo Qingchen didn't know whether to be horrified or not. "You had no hand in decoration, right?" he whispered.
