Turning around, Tang Mochen collapsed onto the sofa in Gu Shiyan's office. He enjoyed the fruits and red wine brought to him by the secretary while leisurely watching Gu Shiyan efficiently deal with those who had provoked him.
"You're such a workaholic," Tang Mochen remarked, lifting his hand to stroke his chin. "I have to say, your compatibility with that girl, Lu Miao, seems off. She's been in the Gu family for just over a month, and you've already had two close encounters with death. Your engagement is merely formalities, not real. Sooner or later, you'll have to break off the engagement for the sake of your own life. It would be better to send her away sooner."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shiyan, who had been ignoring him all along, shot him a piercing gaze.
"I won't break off the engagement, and I won't send her away. There won't be a next time!" Gu Shiyan's tone was resolute.
