Tao Yuhao lowered his head and looked coldly at the cell phone in his hand...
Jing Moyan came out of the room after changing his clothes, his black suit highlighting his dignity.
His eyes, like a deep pool, looked at Tao Yuhao, who was sitting there like a cute cat: "Let's go."
Upon hearing this, Tao Yuhao lifted his head, unintentionally meeting his deep eyes. His eyes carried a cool gleam, and dressed in a suit, he exuded an even colder aura than when he wore casual clothes. The well-fitted suit accentuated his noble demeanor, making his features more exquisite and his sharp eyes appear even colder.
Tao Yuhao stood up and followed him out of the suite.
When there was nothing to say, Jing Moyan wouldn't speak first; he was not someone who enjoyed chatting.
Tao Yuhao wasn't a chatterbox either, her mind occupied with Lin Tingshuang's deception, heavy with worry, saying nothing.
