697 No Shame No Morals No Bottomline 17

Rong Mo's constitution was weaker to begin with and it was unbearable for him to be blown by the fan while filming.

After each shoot, he would have to take a huge bowl of old ginger soup to purge away the for visiting.

With that, he then looked at Qian Xun and started to rehearse with her. Even though he did not speak with Su Ya anymore from that point on, he did not neglect her as he would look and smile at her from time to time.

The way he treated others was definitely unfaultable.

In between, Su Ya was observing Rong Mo keenly, trying to tell if he were Mo Feifei without letting off even the slightest details.

After they rehearsed, Qian Xun brought Su Ya with her away.

Even though Su Ya felt that his behavior was truly that of a man's, the fact that his face resembled Mo Feifei's that much still had her feeling really uneasy.

After sending Qian Xun and Su Ya off with a smile, Rong Mo's face turned coldly indifferent after the door was closed.

Shang Mo's granny had returned to the capital two days ago, and it was especially quiet in the Shang residences. After Rong Mo returned home, she sat on the enclosed balcony, deep in her thoughts as she looked at the stalemate on a chessboard before her.

That Su Ya seemed to know her. Even though she was cautious in her actions, they did not slip by Rong Mo's eyes.

To tell if someone knew, liked, or wanted to hurt another person, their eyes told more than their words. Now, she knew of two people that seemed to know her.

First was Shi Guang.

Shi Guang's eyes were more straightforward. Before she asked Rong Mo if she were a woman, Shi Guang's eyes seemed to be asking…

I know you. Do you know me?

As for Su Ya's eyes, they were complex. They seemed to be saying…

I know you, but I can't let you know that.

Just what was her relationship with these two people?

As she was lost in her thoughts, a shadow appeared before her. Raising her head, she caught sight of a towering figure looking down at her.

A stern, yet suave face…

Shang Mo!

He was not wearing glasses today, revealing his icy cold countenance perfectly. Those eyes of his were jet black, giving off an aura as though he was an emperor looking down on his subjects with a coldness that could seep into their bones. There was no way of hiding from that demonic aura that reeked from beneath his cold demeanor.In Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is believed that cold conditions would cause wetness to accumulate in one's body