"So, you just burst on him without realizing what you are saying?" Zhou Cheng asked as he sat in front of the distressed omega.
Mo Shen looked up at Zhou Cheng and nodded his head before he slumped his head on the dining chair.
"I don't know… Why?" Mo Shen spoke without looking up.
"When I saw his eyes, all I felt was anger…"
"Yes, you were supposed to be angry. He hit your car…"
"No, not like that but I felt like I wanted to shout at him for everything wrong that happened with me. Like… Like he was responsible for everything. Like he was supposed to be doing the correct things for me but he was doing everything wrong."
Mo Shen hit the table when he closed his eyes but the eyes of a stranger who hit his car haunted him again.
"Oh, wow! You know what, Mo Shen, I think we should meet a psychiatrist." Zhou Cheng announced, placing his hand on his bloated stomach.
"Yes, I think the same." Mo Shen accepted as he realized he was thinking about the man again.
