Xiaowu suddenly came over, his expression grave, "Master Mo, Miss Jiang said she has something urgent and needs to go back earlier."
Qiao Ruoxin didn't feel surprised.
Mo Chen had no particular reaction either, simply acknowledging with an indifferent, "Hmm."
"Shall we arrange a private plane to send Miss Jiang back now?"
"Go ahead."
"Yes!" Xiaowu turned and left.
The man wrapped his arms around her slender waist and felt it, realizing it had gotten thinner.
His eyes darkened, his tone full of disdain, "Are you trying to kill yourself for some lousy competition? Training until midnight without sleeping?"
A hint of surprise flashed through Qiao Ruoxin's eyes, "How do you know?"
The next second, she wrapped her arms around her upper body with extreme wariness, "You wouldn't be perverted enough to have installed surveillance in my room, would you?"
Mo Chen's face had turned extremely ugly, his large palm couldn't help but pinch her slender waist, the force quite strong.