He looked at her in silence after saying that.
As if she could forget about leaving unless he received a good explanation from her.
With this, Fu Jiu instantly felt somewhat depressed.
Worst of all, her wrist was being gripped by him.
There were many people around, so if she wanted to take any action, her black dress wouldn't be helping her at all.
"Did you just call me 'Brother Mo?'" Having said that, the man's voice came to an abrupt halt as he raised his hand, about to grab her hair.
Fu Jiu knew that he was being suspicious, so she blocked with her extended hand. She turned even more depressed and to prevent herself from being exposed, she took the initiative to say, "Yeah, I did. It's me, Fu Jiu. That's a wig."
Qin Mo looked at that fluffy head beneath his eyes. His exposed lips curled as he tried to add a tone of surprise to his voice. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
