"Bro, did you really send Wen Wan to that old man?" Mo Si'ai was a bit angry; she couldn't believe her brother could be such a person.
"I believe that with Miss Wen's intelligence, she should be all right," Tong Ya patted Mo Si'ai's hand, trying to comfort her.
"But, it's not about being afraid of the 10,000 things that could go right, but the one thing that could go wrong! Wen Wan's foot seems injured, she can't run even if she wants to," Mo Si'ai worried excessively.
Tong Ya glanced at the man driving the car, his dark eyes coated with a layer of mist, pondering something unknown.
"Moreover, you've threatened that old man so much, do you think he would let Wen Wan go?" Mo Si'ai fretted anxiously, scared something might happen.
"Can you shut up?" Mo Siluo said with a heavy voice.
Mo Si'ai felt the car speed up again, "Okay, okay, I'll stop talking, but slow down a bit. I really can't understand what you're thinking."
The car fell silent once more.