"Mu Yazhe, you really are like a kid."
"Keep quiet!" he froze before he coldly told her off.
"Alright, I understand what you mean. You want me to tell you that Gu Xingze is not as handsome, gentle, or wealthy as you, right? You are competing with him like a kiddo. Are you really 28 years old?"
He glared coldly, caught hold of her lower jaw, and bit hard. "What a sharp tongue you have!"
She could be so pitiful at times and be very hateful at other times!
"Can you let me off, Master Mu?" she pouted, "or I'd be wasted by the time you are done with me."
"That'd be for the best," he coolly retorted, albeit his hands had released her by then. He plunged backward into the bathtub and settled back lazily.
She wistfully rubbed her sore wrists. This man's arms were powerful, indeed. It was hard to imagine his strong physique, which was hidden beneath his smart suit.
