Qin Siting: [I've been tolerating your WeChat avatar for days. Haven't you changed it yet?]
Mo Jingshen glanced at the message of Qin Siting and didn't respond.
But Qin Siting went on: [Did you hear me? Don't you feel embarrassed using Ji Nuan's photo as your WeChat avatar?]
Mo Jingshen replied deadpan: [Do you have a problem with my avatar?]
Qin Siting: [No, I don't, but I think Ji Nuan will have a problem with it. You're getting increasingly shameless. How can she stand you?]
Mo Jingshen coldly stared at Qin Siting's message that was full of taunt.
He suddenly remembered that several years ago, Qin Siting had said in the phone that if one day, he, Mo Jingshen, wanted to find Ji Nuan back but couldn't, he would stab him in the heart with a knife and let him taste the pain of losing her and at the same time as being stabbed by his best friend.
Mo Jingshen still didn't reply.
