Mo Shiqian took out a cigarette and lighter from his person, calmly lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke from his nose, "Do you have anything you want to say?"
"Looking at how you two were just now, you seem to have made up your mind. Your private matters have never really had anything to do with me; just figure out how you're going to handle things with Tangtang and Little Mangguo."
The man's handsome face was shrouded in the pale blue smoke, making it look hazy.
Wen Yi's voice was mild, deep, and profound, "Back then, she was forced to break up with you. Since five years have passed and the feelings haven't faded, these years must not have been easy for you. If you've decided to get back together with her, you should sort things out with Tangtang sooner rather than later to prevent both women from getting hurt to varying degrees..."
"What did you say?"
The words barely finished before they were interrupted by a deep, hoarse, and abrupt male voice.
