"What do I have to be proud of?" Mo Zhiyun couldn't understand what she was thinking.
"Aren't you proud to see me being humiliated? Are you unhappy?" Wen Xingchen tore off the gentle and deceitful mask in the eyes of outsiders, revealing her true face.
"If seeing you get slapped makes me happy, I would have already smacked your face until it's rotten."
Mo Zhiyun's apathetic eyes swept across her face, and a careless smile appeared on his red lips. &Quot; do I need to watch others slap me? "
How could others draw as much as he did?
Wen Xingchen choked and didn't say anything for a while.
Mo Zhiyun saw that Cang Ming had driven the car over and was about to walk out.
After all, Wen Xingchen's Red dress was really eye-catching and made her feel very uncomfortable.
&Quot; mo Zhiyun, you'd better stay away from him, " Wen Xingchen called out to her.
Mo Zhiyun stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at her.
