Lu Xing heard Mo Wenwan avoiding answering the question directly, feeling dissatisfied inside, so he poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Mo Wenwan and keeping one for himself.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke: "Miss Mo, the tattoo on your ankle is exactly the same as someone I knew abroad."
Mo Wenwan's hand trembled slightly upon hearing his words, surprised, she lifted her gaze to look at the man in front of her.
The atmosphere in the private room became subtly nuanced. Lu Xing deliberately moved to sit next to Mo Wenwan, closing the gap between them from two seats apart to almost touching.
"I'm quite intrigued; the coincidences in the world are just incredible."
Lu Xing's words made Mo Wenwan's eyes fill with confusion. A question lingered in her mind, and she was indeed puzzled by his words. But if she were to ask, and he answers with a YES, what then?
"Miss Mo, I once experienced something interesting, just consider it a joke and listen."
