And He Ximeng also knew that Mei Qiong was unwilling.
The way two adults acted was rare in its mutual unspoken understanding.
He Ximeng nodded, said nothing, and left directly.
At this time, inside the car, Mrs. Gu looked at Mr. Gu, her gaze unusually gentle.
"What are you looking at?" Mr. Gu glanced at her.
"I want to confess to Mr. Gu," any woman today would probably be won over by his domineering aura.
And Jiang Muwan was no exception.
"No need for a confession, some real action would be more reliable," Mr. Gu hummed, while picking up the mineral water beside him, unscrewing it, preparing to take a sip.
But just as he lifted the bottle, his cheek softened, and Jiang Muwan really performed some real action.
Mr. Gu was somewhat taken aback as he looked at her, his right hand had just unscrewed the cap, was about to drink water, but then calmly and slowly screwed the cap back on.
He stared at Jiang Muwan with a look like a wild beast, wishing he could swallow her whole.
