"Let's wait a few months, we're not in a rush anyway. Alright, get out, I need to shower."
After pushing him out, Mo Ran immediately closed the door.
Gu Yixuan stood in front of the carved glass door, expressionless.
Mo Ran had lied to him; her recent meetings with Mo Yan were not about chatting to pass the time, but rather about preparing for the dance class.
Why didn't she tell him the truth? And why didn't she let him help?
Even more, she'd rather cooperate with a stranger than ask for his assistance.
Through investigation, he knew that the man was a Singaporean Chinese named Yuan Zhe, other than that, no information could be found.
That man made him feel threatened, especially his face—it posed the greatest threat to him.
He believed that any woman would find it hard to resist such attractiveness.
However, he trusted that Mo Ran wouldn't be moved by him, but from the photos, when Yuan Zhe shook hands with Mo Ran, his eyes were filled with possessiveness.
