Tang Mo'er, Jealousy Doesn't Work This Way. Look at Yourself, You Little Shrew

"Look, his shirt is custom-made and the watch on his wrist is probably worth tens of thousands. He's clearly filthy rich. God I just want to go up to him and hook up."

"Same here. I'd be willing to sleep with him even if he doesn't give me anything in return."

Tang Mo'er felt it was such a joke. Were these women serious? Who was this man that had them so smitten?

Pushing the trolley over, she followed their gaze to see who it was. It was Mr Gu.

Mr Gu's stood straight at the family planning supplies section. He was carrying two boxes in his palms and glancing at the boxes. His handsome facial features exuded elegance and indifference, such that he became the center of attention wherever he went.

The person she was looking for had actually come here to buy condoms and even had women look at him in such a overtly sexual manner. Seeing the attention on him, Tang Mo'er felt unhappy all of a sudden.