After changing her clothes, Qiao Ruoxin left the backstage.
A white Koenigsegg was parked there, with Mo Chen's handsome and tall figure standing beside the car, waiting.
His usually indifferent handsome face softened with warmth when he saw her.
Unconsciously, she also lifted her lips into a smile and walked up to the man, "Brother Mo Chen, how did I perform tonight? Wasn't I beautiful?"
The man raised his hand to touch her cheek, chuckling lightly, "Mhm."
Mo Chen opened the rear car door.
Qiao Ruoxin frowned slightly, "Hey, hey, hey, Lord Mo, when I was still your girlfriend, I could sit in the passenger seat. Now that I'm the mother of your child, I can only sit in the back?"
The man let out a snort of laughter, his large palm gripping the back of her neck, voice low and indulgent, "Fool, the back seat is the safest."
"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"