Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran really wanted to ask, how many women had Gu Mochen prepared such a card for?
Sensing the woman's gaze turning cold and sarcastic, Gu Mochen continued to add.
"This kind of card... it's actually the first time I've given one to a woman... It's my only supplementary card."
Jian Ran: "..."
The only one, huh?
Jian Ran's expression flickered unnaturally, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Gu Mochen's large hand remained outstretched, offering the card. After a long while, Jian Ran took the initiative to speak.
"I'm sorry, Gu Mochen, it's not that I'm being pretentious, but... I really can't take it."
The black card symbolized a distinguished identity.
Jian Ran... couldn't afford it.
It was like Gu Mochen's tenderness, a gentle vortex that, once she fell into it, there would be no struggling out again.
With this thought, Jian Ran squeezed out a wry smile.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
Gu Mochen: "..."