It took less than a few minutes for Mo Beicheng's phone to ring.
The hotel staff informed Mo Beicheng that his Pagani parked in the parking lot had been vandalized, asking him to come down and take a look.
Mo Beicheng slightly frowned, saying to Tang Zhiluo, "There's something wrong with my car, I need to go down and check."
"Okay." Tang Zhiluo didn't know what had happened, sighing softly.
Mo Beicheng left.
Tang Zhiluo held her glass, still listening to the singing downstairs.
A pair of black leather shoes appeared before her eyes.
Tang Zhiluo turned her head and saw Mo Xun standing in front of her, his light eyes completely devoid of warmth.
Tang Zhiluo was a bit surprised.
How did he get here?
Is it real? Or is she hallucinating from being drunk?
"What are you doing here with Mo Beicheng?" Mo Xun stood by the table, his dangerous aura silently spreading.
So, it was real?