Chapter 7 - Even the Largest Underwear Is a Little Small
Tang Mo’er headed back into the kitchen to cook herself some noodles. It had been a long, tiresome day and she was famished.
…
Uncle Foo arrived ten minutes later.
Tang Mo’er passed the paper bag over to Gu Mohan. He gave a cursory glance inside before raising an elegant eyebrow.
She could see what he was thinking. As he threw a blood-stained shirt into the bin, she caught a quick glimpse. It was a tailored shirt where just one tiny button would probably have cost tens of thousands. The man was clearly rich and someone with status, judging from his high standards and the disdain on his face as he looked at the offensive item.
Gu Mohan?
Although Tang Mo’er was familiar with the high society in Karghalik, she had never heard of Gu Mohan. Perhaps he wasn’t from Karghalik?
The next morning.
Tang Mo’er was awakened by the incessant ringing of her phone. She picked up drowsily, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as a voice chattered, “Hello Mo’er, have you woken up? Quickly, turn on your laptop.”
Tang Mo’er followed the instruction and not surprisingly, the headline was attention grabbing—’New generation innocent goddess Han Xiaowan seduces fiancé of Tang Mo’er!’