Luo Qiangwei wasn't surprised that He Ya would deny it, and she wasn't in a hurry either, as she stirred her cup of fragrant and rich coffee. "Actually, Miss He, you should consider it from a different angle. You used Young Master Mu's cellphone to send a text message and bribed the waiter to drug the meal, leading to my current relationship with President Mo... You should take credit for it."
Credit?
He Ya was stunned for a moment, biting her lip as she asked, "Have you and President Mo... reconciled?"
"The way you phrase it as 'reconciled' is too absolute," Luo Qiangwei smiled. "But we did indeed sleep together last night."
He Ya stiffened.
Though she tried to hide it, Luo Qiangwei could see the rigidity of her fingers. She narrowed her eyes. "Are you surprised that we slept together, Miss He?"
"...No," He Ya cleared her throat, still speaking coldly. "It's good news that you and President Mo are getting along. This way, President Mo won't have to suffer every day."
