Looking at the joyful family of three ahead, Mo Li's hands and feet were icy cold, as if her blood had been frozen into a snowy landscape.
"Bro, are you listening to what I'm saying?" Mo Qiu's voice grew louder when Mo Li remained silent.
Mo Li shot Mo Qiu a glancing look, making Mo Qiu's scalp feel numb. "Don't use me as your pawn. The fact that I have feelings for Su is my business and has nothing to do with anyone else. If you fancy Ye Qilan, you can openly pursue him. Don't harbor negative thoughts against Su. There's a saying that like mother, like daughter—I really hope I won't see you acting like your mother..."
"What the hell do you mean by that?!" Mo Qiu interrupted Mo Li, her face reddening with anger.
