Cold-hearted Inkapos

Ruan Mo had a plan brewing in his mind, and he immediately dialed Mo Zhan's number. It took him a while to answer, but when he did, his tone was impatient. "What is it",Ruan Mo looked out the car window at the heavy rain, her head leaning against it. “Mo Zan, I miss you.”,Ruan Mo knew this wasn't honesty, nor was it a reluctance to lie. It was simply laziness, because in Mo Zan's heart, he had never truly considered her as his wife.。