As Qin Mo knew that a certain someone would be curious, the corner of his mouth curved upwards, allowing her to follow inadvertently.
Bo Jiu followed behind outrightly. Since it wasn't about her black history, there was nothing to be feared!
Qin Mo glanced at her strangely proud side profile and the smile on his face deepened. He took the coat sharply, leaning with his long legs as he hooked his fingers in her direction.
Bo Jiu walked over. "What?"
Qin Mo lifted her chin and motioned to her to reach for the coat pocket. He wanted her to take it out herself?
Bo Jiu was intrigued and stretched her hands in. When she saw what it was, her ears drooped. It was the photo that had previously been placed in the villa.
