Mo Qiang looked at Yi Yazhu for two seconds before she burst out in laughter. She slapped her hands together as she giggled and chuckled, "W—-What a funny joke. You should try to become a comedian, maybe you might earn more money that way."
"I am being serious!" Yi Yazhu snapped, feeling a bit annoyed that Mo Qiang was treating his serious words as a joke.
"And I am being serious as well," Mo Qiang rolled her eyes as she leaned back on the wall against which she was sitting and then said to Yi Yazhu, "Are all the women of the Imperial Star dead, that he would fall in love with me?"
"Even my own husbands needed six months and twenty days to fall for me. Even now I am not clear about the fact that they love me or my body. Or did they have to fall for me because they had no other choice?"
Mo Qiang was someone who was abandoned by her own parents. She never said it but she had not forgotten the pain of being abandoned.
