In Han Country, Liu Jing had no relatives or connections and lacked power and influence. When the time came, she wouldn't be able to do anything about him, but her little strategy had been seen through by Lin Mo.
Liu Jing hesitated for a moment, her eyes showing determination as she wrestled her hand from Jiang Wei's grasp and said, "It's getting late, I still have to cook for my mom and dad."
Long Jianfeng and his group's eyes held a hint of fierceness as they stared intensely at Lin Mo, clearly resenting him for spoiling their plans.
Jiang Wei's brows furrowed in anger, "Xiao Jing, didn't you say we were good friends? How come you don't even trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I really have something to do," Liu Jing bit her lower lip as her hands nervously clutched her dress.
"There's no need to go," suddenly Lin Mo said, looking at the door of the private room with a frown.
