"Mr. Mo, long time no see."
Wang caichun greeted him with a smile. He was dressed in a black windbreaker and looked very tall and thin. He was still as cold as ever, but she could sense a hint of loneliness and melancholy in his arrogance.
Even Mr. Mo was smiling.
"Long time no see," Mr. Mo glanced behind Wang caichun at Chu mubei, who had an ugly expression on his face, and smiled back at him.
Since the other party was so gentlemanly, Chu mubei naturally couldn't be too impolite either. He curled his lips into a smile, but that smile didn't reach his eyes at all.
Wang caichun followed Mr. Mo's gaze and fixed it on Chu mubei.
He clenched his fists tightly, his face dark like a dragon in a thunderstorm. She coughed lightly,""Thank you for sending me back."
It meant that he could leave now.
Chu mubei felt as though he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"It's my own home. Where would I go?" He enunciated each word clearly, as cold as ice.