Wen Wan slowly got dressed, seeing that the man had already stood up from the sofa, she pointed towards the direction of the restroom, "I need to use the restroom."
"Troublesome!" Mo Siluo's handsome face was filled with impatience.
Wen Wan lingered in the restroom for quite a while, and when she came out, she called out to the man: "Mo Siluo..."
"What now?" Mo Siluo furrowed his brows, his tone somewhat displeased.
Wen Wan pointed to her injured foot, then said softly, "My foot hurts, I can't walk, how about you carry me?"
Mo Siluo looked at Wen Wan as if she were a monster, "You hurt your foot, not your brain!"
Wen Wan pouted and muttered, "Still, my injury... has something to do with you."
"..." Mo Siluo snorted coldly, glanced sharply at the woman, and then retorted, "What does it have to do with me? Did I ask you to go to that club? There was a restroom right in the suite, did I ask you to go out? And you even ran so far!"
Wen Wan was left speechless, "I... I..."