Outside Mo Yunchen's mansion, Jing Zhimei drove up in her white BMW, today she was here to celebrate Mo Yunchen's birthday. She had just learned he had returned home and was ready to head over.
Turning her head, she looked at the gift on the car seat, a piece of clothing she had picked out for him, he should like it, shouldn't he?
The intricately carved gate was closed tight, Jing Zhimei frowned slightly—normally, as soon as her car arrived, the bodyguards inside would quickly open the gate. What was happening today?
Jing Zhimei waited for a while but the gate didn't open; she then pressed the horn impatiently, and a bodyguard came out.
"Miss Jing."
"I want to go in. Why aren't you opening the gate for me today?"
The bodyguard showed a hesitant expression, then finally spoke slowly, "This is Master Mo's order."
Jing Zhimei's expression stiffened, she said in disbelief, "Impossible?!"