The man let out a disdainful sneer, giving her a sideways glance with a deep voice, "You want to replace me after winning, huh?"
"..."
Qiao Ruoxin was stunned for a moment. Was she really that bad in this jerk's eyes?
She coughed and nudged the man with her body, tilting her head and said softly, "Although I haven't forgiven you yet, I can't just watch you team up with another woman. We have gone public with our relationship, I'm not that senseless."
A trace of amusement finally appeared on Mo Chen's cold, handsome face. He considered Little Ghost to still have some conscience.
The man's arm automatically wrapped around her slender waist, as he lowered his head close to her and simply replied, "Mmhmm."
"Mmhmm your head! Be good later, don't give me attitude, we're recording the show right now. If this gets broadcast, netizens will definitely overinterpret it."
A glimmer of distaste appeared amid Mo Chen's brows, as he said in a deep voice, "I know."
