Las Vegas, a hotel suite.
On the phone, Mona's father Javari Evans was slightly taken aback, but quickly grasped the situation and said, without words:
"What a cold joke."
"It's not a joke, just a fact."
After finishing up, Luo An washed his hands and asked:
"Calling so late, what's the matter?
Mona just had some drinks, she's asleep now and won't wake up anytime soon."
"It's not about Mona, I mainly called you."
On the phone, Javari stood on a cruise ship, watching the distant, dimly lit skyscrapers, took a sip of red wine, and spoke with a very annoyed tone:
"I bought a house in Los Angeles for Mona, you two should move there when you get back."
A few days ago, Javari casually looked up Mona and Luo An's current address, intending to send some European specialties to them, only to find out that the two had been renting a place in Los Angeles all along.
Knowing that Luo An had made a large sum of money, Javari immediately felt very annoyed.
