In This Past Month, You Went Back to America?

In the condo.

Ji Nuan had folded his shirt, washed the cup, and kept his razor away in the bathroom cabinet. Looking at what she had done, Mo Jingshen's lips curved into a small smile.

Last night, Ji Nuan had borrowed courage from the alcohol to display her might of wanting to settle a month's worth of debt with him. Today, she had obediently tidied up the marks he had left behind in the condo.

The little woman was saying more and more empty words.

Mo Jingshen tugged open the first few buttons on his shirt. He glanced at the sky outside and softly chuckled.

At this moment, a chime indicated that he had received a message. He glanced at his phone.

Nanheng: [You're in T City?]

Mo Jingshen replied: [En]

Nanheng: [At the condo or elsewhere?]

Mo Jingshen carelessly replied: [condo]

In less than half an hour, Nanheng drove over. After knocking, he immediately entered.