"Alright, alright. He always had a bad temper. You don't have to pay attention to him." Mo Xi pulled her back and reminded her that everyone was looking. "Why are you arguing? Ignore him. Come, drink with me."
Yang Liu suppressed her anger and sat down with pursed lips. However, it could be seen that she was not in a good mood. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip. Then, she put it back down. Her gaze landed on the smiling Mo Xi. The alcohol rolled down her throat and she said in a low voice, "Didn't he look down on that woman previously? Why is it that it's like he ate explosives when I mentioned her this time?
"Is that woman that good?
"Is she beautiful?"
Yang Liu sneered noncommittally. "The independent continent is not a place for beautiful and weak women to stay. What's important here is fists. What else can she do when she comes to Bright Gate other than cry? Is this kind of woman interesting?"
