"Why didn't you go in to take a shower and rest? didn't I prepare your clothes for you?"
Molly was wrapped in a blanket that Bo Yi had thrown at him. He said in a weak voice, " I'm already very troubled. You don't have to give me a separate room. Anyway, Thank you, teacher.
Bo Yi didn't say anything more. This was Mo Li's choice. He had done what he should and shouldn't do. He was still doing it for the mission.
He sat on the sofa, his slender fingers on the table, tapping slowly and rhythmically, as if he was thinking about something.
"What kind of part-time job do you have outside? are your conditions very difficult?"
Mo Li's expression became a little unnatural when he heard him mention this topic. He had just called him a poor wretch, but it turned out that he owned a luxury car and a villa. They were not on the same level. They were on completely different levels.