The socialite cried as she left, covering her smeared makeup with one hand.
The car regained its silence when only Nan Zhi and Mu Sihan were left.
Nan Zhi stared at the man, whose gaze was so hot that it seemed like he wanted to burn her with his eyes. Her fingers on her knee twisted around each other as she said with a tingling scalp, "Actually, I didn't mean anything else… I just didn't want to see your masculinity be destroyed if she started any rumors."
Mu Sihan gripped Nan Zhi's thin wrist. He saw the scratches on the back of her hand and his large palm moved to undo her buttons. Nan Zhi jumped in shock and moved away from him hurriedly. She grabbed her collar and stopped his troublesome hands. "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say that I'm huge and skillful?"
Nan Zhi almost choked on her own saliva.
Did she say something like that?
