The pre-determined... fiancée?
Chi Huan was taken aback. Although Xiao Yu looked unserious, he was still somebody of note, and even in his casual demeanor he didn't seem to be spouting nonsense. Moreover, no matter how joking his tone was, it couldn't hide the mockery that seeped out.
She instinctively didn't believe his words, yet she found herself subconsciously turning her head to look up at the man beside her.
He didn't speak, nor did he lower his head to look at her, but the hand that had always held hers tightened.
She pursed her lips, looking at Song Shu, who was so flushed from the alcohol that it was a struggle for her not to fall down.
With her eyes cast downward, she stood quietly at the man's side.
Mo Shiqian's eyes narrowed into a squint, and his already cold face seemed to get even colder without any other change, "Shut your mouth, and don't talk to my woman anymore."
"..."
