In the cold wind, only Tang Yuezhe remained, his face grim, alongside the sweet couple holding hands.
Mo Shiqian's handsome face showed no changes, as if he had chosen to momentarily pause in his steps, merely out of politeness to not disturb the "conversation" of others. Of course, it was also because they were—in the way.
Chi Huan glanced at the luxury car stopped in the middle of the road, then disdainfully looked at Tang Yuezhe himself, speaking with contempt, "Young Master Tang, I must say, as someone who's been through the wringer, how can you have such low EQ?"
Tang Yuezhe narrowed his eyes, expressionlessly staring at her.
"Originally, being with you, she hated it most when others poked her backbone and said she was in it for the money. It's one thing for others to say it, but you talking about money with her... Whom else should she dump if not you?"
