"The tall one must be Long Chengtian, right? A miracle, who's the one wearing the mask?" Ye Wei asked. Ghost Face thought to himself, "Impressive. She can tell the realistic mask is fake even through the computer, her eyes are too sharp."
"Mommy, let me tell you again," Wushuang turned her head and said, "Put down the things and you can leave first."
Ghost Face and Long Chengtian left after putting down their items, and Mo Jue angrily said, "Why were they in your room?"
"The Boss had them stay in the castle, it's not my business," Wushuang quickly disassociated herself and seriously answered Mo Jue.
"Why did they have to enter your room?"
"They were helping me get some things," Mo Wushuang was even more composed.
"Isn't Mo Chen the one doing the chores at home?" Mo Jue got even more righteous, his eyes bulging as if his daughter bringing home a man was an unforgivable sin. He cherished his golden egg so much, how could he bear to hand her over to an unfamiliar man. Humph!
