Liu Chaixiao's face tensed, and for a split second, the mask of indifference he usually wore cracked. His eyes darted away from Mo Yanlin's, his posture stiffening as though he had been caught off guard. "Jealous?" he scoffed, trying to dismiss the accusation, but the defensive edge in his voice betrayed him. "I'm just saying she's not good for you. She doesn't belong here. She's taking you away from me."
Mo Yanlin stared at him for a moment, his thoughts racing.
Was that what this was all about?
Chaixiao's jealousy had been simmering beneath the surface for a while now, but Mo Yanlin hadn't fully realized the extent of it until now. The possessiveness, the constant judgment toward Liu Xiuying. It all started to make sense. But it didn't sit right with him.
