This door was locked from the outside, and at this moment, Mo Qian heard the conversation of two people outside. He had already placed his hand on the doorknob, ready to firmly block the door.
But this was ultimately not a solution.
What could be done to stop Zhu Ming'an from coming in?
Suddenly, a pair of pale, slender hands rested lightly on Mo Qian's shoulders. He turned his head sharply and saw that Ji Wei had approached him at some point.
Both of them understood implicitly that under no circumstances could the people outside discover the situation in this room.
Otherwise, Mo Qian's carefully planned deception would be shattered.
Ji Wei's clear eyes fixed steadily on Mo Qian. In the next moment, she suddenly leaned forward, holding his neck with her hand and pressing her lips against his.
Mo Qian understood immediately what she intended to do.
