For the first time in his life, Mo Shiqian felt that he could not control the raging fury within him.
This was also the first time since Chi Huan had fought with him about breaking up that he truly felt panic.
He remembered that Mrs. Lally had taken a hit for her, and although it was a deliberately calculated scheme, even when she didn't know it, besides a slight tremor and genuine gratitude, she didn't have any deeper emotions.
But Mou Xigu…
He knew all too well that women were inevitably moved by such dramas.
And it wasn't wrong to be moved in itself.
It was just human nature.
But the more it was human nature, the harder it was to stop.
An Ke came back with the bag of clothes, "Mr. Mo."
Mo Shiqian was still looking down at the woman sitting on the bench; he stretched out his right hand and took the paper bag that An Ke put on his hand.
The next second, he bent down and scooped up the seated woman in a smooth movement.
