"You still haven't answered me, why are you afraid of me? Every time you see me, you can barely avoid me quick enough," Shen Shihan chuckled awkwardly.
"I'm afraid that with just a flick of your finger, I could lose my life," Mo Shuifu said, her voice cold and sharp.
She tried forcefully to pull her wrist free, but the harder she pulled, the tighter his grip became.
"What's so bad about leaving Weiyang?" Shen Shihan frowned.
"How would you, a rich young master, understand our hardships? Without a job, what do I use to support my mother? Do you know my mother needs huge amounts of money for medical expenses every month, and you, ha, with just one sentence, ruined everything for me."
Mo Shuifu's tone was unkind, even the glance she threw him was filled with a chilling breeze.
"Your mother is sick?" Shen Shihan's eyebrows creased even more.
As he looked up, he met Mo Shuifu's cool gaze and saw disdain in her eyes.
