Nan Zhi slowly climbed onto his broad and strong back under his super domineering and aggressive gaze.
With her on his back, he carried her and walked at a steady pace. The pedestrians walking along the road looked at them with admiration in their eyes.
Maybe she really was drunk. When she looked at his sharp and handsome profile, her mouth blurted out shockingly, "You men are all the same, not one of you are decent."
Mu Sihan's dark eyes looked at her and his features became more deep and fierce. "Woman, I dare you to say that again?!"
Nan Zhi thought of Yan Hua's sorrowful face and found that Mu Sihan was becoming an eyesore. Her slender fingers poked the side of his cold face. "Isn't that right? You all only judge people by their appearance. If you don't like her, then don't agree to be her boyfriend. Giving her hope and then dropping her into the pits of despair. Scumbag!"
