Mo Jiushang’s eyes moved. “I don’t know you.”
Leng Shao smiled frivolously. “A big shot like you obviously doesn’t know a nobody like me.”
“Since you’re a nobody, you’re not qualified to talk to me.”
Mo Jiushang’s sharp gaze swept past him, as if he wanted to look into the interior of the car next to him.
“Call your master out.”
At this moment, a pleasant voice floated out from within.
“You’re not King.”
Mo Jiushang was silent for a moment, and then he raised his brows. “How do you know?”
“King doesn’t talk as much as you do.”
“Haha.”
Mo Jiushang laughed, took off the mask on his face, and threw the western-styled top hat on his head. His pair of peach blossom eyes allowed people to know who it was with just a glance.
“The boss is the boss. You’ve discovered me so quickly. It seems that I don’t have the talent to be an actor.”
“It’s you, Tang Chen.”