He rushed back to City T from France, and Moser had already prepared an expensive villa for him.
Zuo Ian picked up his trolley suitcase and walked out, "I'll take over this villa. You don't need to give me the money for the hairpin!" Zuo Ian didn't care about the money either.
Moser shook his head helplessly. Even if he prepared a villa worth tens of millions for him, it still couldn't compare with the sky-high price of the hairpin. Just as Moser was about to turn around and go upstairs, the sound of fighting suddenly started outside...
"Damn it!" He hurriedly ran out of the villa, only to see Zuo Ian and Ji Muxiu fighting.
"Ian!" Moser took a few steps forward and looked at the two of them.
Ji Muxiu didn't talk nonsense. He retracted his fist and said in a cold tone: "Where is Xin'er?"
Moser raised the corners of his mouth, and a vague sneer appeared on his handsome face: "What? Does it have anything to do with you?"
Ian Zuo leaned against the sports car, "It's because of you that my little cutie sprained her ankle."
Ji Muxiu was slightly stunned and looked at the handsome man leaning on the sports car. He took a closer look and realized who he was. He opened his thin lips slightly and said, "Zuo Ian..."
"Ji Muxiu, you have really good eyesight." Zuo Ian smiled and joked casually.
"It's hard for people to forget a man who often appears in magazines and has so many gossipy stories everywhere!" Ji Muxiu was not a vegetarian and sarcastically said.
"I don't need you to remind me that I'm attractive." Zuo Yian's evil look made Moser couldn't help but find it funny.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, Mosze, hand over Xin'er! Ji Muxiu took two steps forward, and immediately the pliers and flying men who came out of the living room rushed to Mosze's side.