Mo Shichen watched her cry for a while, absentmindedly rubbing the spot between his eyebrows, his thin lips releasing a silent sigh. A faint impatience and irritation began to gather in his heart.
The impatience and irritation were not directed at the current situation, but at this moment, as he watched Li Qianrui's tears and questioning, he could already foresee that for a long time to come, he would have to face such issues.
Today's explanation may be clear, but tomorrow there will be new situations. Tomorrow, she might reluctantly believe his explanation, but there will still be an endless stream of misunderstandings in the future.
Thinking this way, he felt somewhat weary of explaining from the very start.
He understood Qianrui and had more or less figured out Wen Yi's character; he could easily judge that there was a great disparity between these two women.
