ming, "...Damn it, I'm being serious here, where do you want to go" He raised his wine glass and took a reluctant gulp of red wine.Fu Mo's eyes were cold, his voice still icy, "When the old master is...ou at all.”"Whether or not he loves me, you needn't worry about it. Miss Zheng, if you have nothing else to say, I'll be going now." Lin Jinfan really didn't want to continue talking with Zheng Mengya...