บท 648: The Twisted Mr. Shang (8)</em>

Shang Mo's lips curled with a cold smirk.

Rong Mo faced those cold and lifeless eyes that seemed as though they belonged to a superior being. After a moment, Shang Mo retracted his icy demeanor and transformed into a warm gentleman. "Grandma is waiting for you. You've got 10 minutes to pack!"

Rong Mo hurriedly added, "Alright!"

He took off his wig and removed the makeup from his face with a handkerchief before heading into a changing room. Shang Mo looked at him with pursed lips. Even though his face was expressionless, his heart was scoffing coldly.

This lad was really steady, and did not have any bit of slip ups even when handling people. To think that he could not even tell that anything was up with Rong Mo at all!

But this was for the best—this only made the game even more interesting.