While he was still fuming over how little appeal he seemed to have, he came to his senses and saw that the white shirt had already passed through the dense woods. In the emerald wilderness, a slender figure stood with flecks of light falling across her pristine clothes. Chen Mo was dazed for a moment. Was she a fairy who had wandered into the forest, someone who might ride the wind away at any moment? Just as the white figure was about to vanish among the patchwork of green, he suddenly shouted after her, "Remember, I'm Chen Mo, the famous Chen Mo."
Lin Xiaomu pursed her lips and gave a derisive snort. "Too bad you're not gold."
