Xiao Wenrou hadn't figured out what Xiao Mofei meant by that. She was already forced into the sports car by him, "Just follow me, I won't sell you out?"

Xiao Wenrou was choked for a moment, she pouted, fastened her seat belt dissatisfiedly, and muttered softly, "What..."

Xiao Mofei, who got in the car right after her, had already fastened his seat belt. He turned his head and saw Xiao Wenrou pouting in dissatisfaction, and couldn't help laughing. Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed on Xiao Wenrou's lips, blinking his beautiful peach blossom eyes, "Look at you, you can hang an oil bottle on your mouth."