I'm Not A Saint

The car brushed against Mu Wei's clothes and left quickly. She held the banknotes in her hand, completely confused.

Mu Wei had already prepared herself mentally for whatever Song Yaoyao wanted her to do, as long as it did not violate her moral bottom line.

But...

Song Yaoyao let her out of the car halfway and even gave her so much money to find a hotel to stay in.

In the car, Huo Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Miss Song, why didn't you just take her back with you?"

Wouldn't that be more convenient?

"Why should I do that?"

The girl in the backseat lowered her eyes. The lights and shadows outside the window quickly swept past her expressionless face. "Do I know her well?"

"Errr..."

Huo Jiu really couldn't understand Song Yaoyao. Sometimes, she was as childish as a child, and she would make mistakes. But when she was cold, she could be colder and more heartless than anyone else.