"I don't think it's that serious." Mo Wanrong rubbed her cold hands together and quickly boarded the modified military vehicle parked on the roadside.
Feng Jiamin jumped into the vehicle after her, took off her hat, and told the driver to turn on the heat.
"How is it not that serious? What do those dense men know? How could they understand someone's ulterior motives? Chen is just too honest, which makes him easy to fool."
Mo Wanrong tightened her grip on her thin purse strap and tried to comfort her softly, "Jiamin, don't you think you're overthinking this?"
'Besides, the word 'honest' doesn't seem to fit Young Master Gu at all.'
"It's not that I'm overthinking it. In this day and age, you know what girls are like, don't you?"
Feng Jiamin pouted. "What if she's only after Chen's status and position, without a single shred of sincerity?"
