Mo Nanjue's expression was indifferent. After sitting down, he threw the envelope on the table, "Where is this from?"
The photograph slipped out from the opening of the envelope.
"Oh, you're talking about this," Mo Beiyan glanced at it but didn't say directly, "Someone gave it to me."
"Who?"
"Have you seen this photo?"
"Yes."
Mo Beiyan curved a smile, "Where have you seen it?"
Mo Nanjue's dark eyes met his gaze, "Wherever you got it from, that's where I saw it."
"Don't try to trick me," Mo Beiyan wiped his mouth, "I won't fall for it."
"I know you won't fall for it, but since he can give the photo to you, he must trust you greatly," Mo Nanjue followed his words, "What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"I didn't say I was dissatisfied."
"Then why bother looking for me?"
"I just wanted to confirm some things."
