Simon stood there, watching their retreating figures with a malicious smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.
"Go ahead, strut all you want," he muttered. "I'll make Qiao Ruoxin come begging to me in tears."
The memory Mo Chen lost in the car accident two years ago was a fuse, just waiting to be lit, and then it would be the end of the world for Qiao Ruoxin.
"Baby, you'll come back to me eventually because if he remembers that video, he'll never want you again," Simon smirked as he watched their figures disappearing into the distance, a cold laugh escaping him.
...
Inside the car.
The instant the car door closed, the man's deep and irritable voice rang out from behind her, "Has that piece of trash been calling you 'baby' for the past two years?"
Qiao Ruoxin stiffened slightly, then turned to look at the man's handsome face filled with rage.
"I never cared about him. I'm disgusted when he calls me that," she said.
