At last, he squinted his eyes and sneered coldly, "Would Mo Shiqian not dare to admit to being with his last woman?"
He truly didn't understand why her attention lingered on this question for such a long time.
If he had been with her, he would have just admitted it. He had denied it several times, yet she didn't believe him?
Could it be that, in her eyes, the clearly scheming words of that stepsister were more believable?
The man's face seemed somewhat stern, or rather, he hadn't spoken to her with such a fierce expression before, and even his tone was both heavy and impatient.
Watching this "stranger" before her, Chi Huan's eyes reddened unconsciously.
She opened her mouth, then bit her lip again.
Her eyebrows and eyelashes drooped.
She looked meek and indescribably wronged.
Seeing her like this, the man's heart instantly softened, and with a low sigh, he scooped Chi Huan into a horizontal hold and walked towards the living room sofa.
