Lu Zhaoyang was speechless.
She always thought Mu Xian was the cool type who would never marry someone he did not love. Besides, everyone could see how well he treated Ye Zhiyu.
It seemed that she had been too naive. The future was unpredictable.
For example, Huo Yunting's reply made her feel bitter inside.
It was bitterness borne out of self-pity, or perhaps something else.
They reached a chic bungalow. Huo Yunting went to the master bedroom and Lu Zhaoyang followed suit.
Inside, Mu Xian was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine. He looked shaggy and unkempt, and he was not in his suit.
Huo Yunting went to him and did not mince words. "If you don't want to marry, then don't. Why torture yourself?"
He said those words lightly, but not everyone can be as bold and reckless as he was.
