Chi Huan didn't want to deal with him, didn't want to talk to him; just looking at him made her angry.
She stood up, not even glancing at him, and walked around him, intending to leave.
However, before she could walk past him, her arm was grabbed by the man and then she was directly pulled into his embrace.
She struggled, but the man circled her waist from behind, imprisoning her entire body in his arms, and his deep, low voice followed from above her head, "So, you're throwing a tantrum at me?"
Her face showed her displeasure, "Let me go!"
Mo Shiqian wouldn't let go just because she asked, he casually held her and sat down, placing her on his lap, "Come on, make it clear, what are you so angry about?"
What was she angry about?
Wasn't he aware of the wrongs he had committed?
She, a professional actress, couldn't perform as naturally as he did.
Chi Huan hadn't felt angry before, or rather hadn't realized she was angry.
