Looking at her little flustered appearance, Mason Bennett reflected on whether he was too honest.
After a moment, he said flatly, "I don't remember."
"Weren't you just saying you have a photographic memory!"
"Memory automatically filters out eye-polluting scenes."
Mason said seriously.
"So you remember names that pollute your ears?"
Mason: "..."
"So now, it's become you interrogating me?" The man's cold eyes narrowed slightly.
Bella Green: "..."
"Stop messing around and changing the subject. Will you say it, or should I have someone say it for you?"
Bella Green gritted her teeth and glared at him. Why is this man so hard to fool?
In this situation, shouldn't he be panicking and hold her, begging for forgiveness?
Where's the true love? Aren't the ones picked by dominating CEOs supposed to be pampered little fairy ladies?
"It's Gao... Yueying, she secretly took photos of us this afternoon, sent them to a magazine, and said you are my sugar daddy."
