Wen Qiao blinked innocently, "If I just went with the flow, wouldn't I disappoint you?"
"..."
Right.
I've found someone who's even better at spouting nonsense than I am.
Huo Mutian nodded in agreement, "Alright, the pretty little lady is always right."
Paparazzi often staked out the front of Yingcheng Hotel, so to avoid being photographed, Huo Mutian parked his car at the rear entrance of the hotel.
Wen Qiao unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to say goodbye to Huo Mutian when he asked her to wait.
Wen Qiao had an epiphany and put down her hand that was about to open the car door, then turned and opened her palm towards Huo Mutian, "Hand it over."
Just as Huo Mutian was about to make a move, he paused at her words and leaned back in his seat, looking at her, "What?"
"A gift."
Huo Mutian raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance, "How can you be so sure that I have something to give you?"
