Wen Yi laughed.
It was the kind of laugh that she could not contain, as if she had heard something tremendously funny, impossible to suppress.
She held her forehead, her unrestrained laughter shattering the pitiful and affectionate atmosphere that Li Qianrui had cultivated into pieces.
Abel silently lowered his head, looking at his master.
Mo Shichen lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced over with a faint look in his deep eyes.
As soon as Wen Yi looked at him, her gaze collided with his. She hooked up the corner of her mouth and laughed, "It seems I've overestimated your charm. I really thought your face was handsome enough to capture a woman's heart, making her devotedly bankrupt herself without considering the consequences. Turns out that's not the case."
The man tugged at his lips, "Miss Wen, have you always spoken with such sarcasm since you were young?"
She smiled slightly, "It's not so much about being gifted, more like I've been trained by all the scum around me."
