Chapter 93 Your Heart, Filthy to the Extreme

"Old man?" Mo Jun's brows furrowed slightly.

Mo Xinyu's laughter grew more mocking, "Isn't that right? What kind of man would fancy a woman like you?"

In Mo Xinyu's eyes, Mo Jun was synonymous with degradation.

She had nothing, save for a face that was still pleasing to the eye. Nothing else.

And she was a woman who had wilted, a woman who had given birth to a child.

So who would fancy her, if not for some old men looking for her youth and beauty?

The thought of Mo Jun willingly debasing herself by following an old man made Mo Xinyu want to laugh even more, "Mo Jun, don't blame me for not warning you. Old men are shrewd; they're only toying with you. Just make sure you don't end up losing your body and gaining nothing at all."

"So this is how vile your thoughts are," Mo Jun said abruptly, her voice turning ice-cold.