When the bodyguard returned to the car and drove off, Qiao Ruoxin's long hair had already become disheveled.
With a resentful look in her eyes, she turned to the man next to her, "It's all your fault, my hair's a mess."
Mo Chen, however, touched her head and said in a deep voice, "Disheveled beauty."
She snorted coldly, "Is your shoulder healed? Or do you want to add some new injuries?"
The man chuckled, "Like biting people so much? Can you bite somewhere else?"
"..."
She really wanted to cover this man's mouth and snapped, "Shut up! I don't want to talk to you!"
The car slowly stopped outside Mansion Number Seven.
Mo Chen looked at her, "Little Ghost, go back and take a bath, have dinner, and go to sleep. I won't be coming back tonight; I'll go to the warm springs with you tomorrow evening."
"Do you have official business to attend to?"
"Yes."
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but act spoiled, hugging him, "Mo Chen, drink less."