Sheng Miao hurriedly squatted down, picking up the clothes with great care, "These are all washed by me..."
"Miss Sheng is truly virtuous," Luo Qiangwei said with a smile, lifting her face to look at Mo Shiche, "
Luo Qiangwei's lips curved in a cold, gorgeous arc, playing with her slender fingers, "The show has come to this point, and pretty much everyone has already torn away their masks,
Mo Shiche thought she wasn't angry, or to put it another way, he thought she had cooled off over the days.
It turned out to be neither anger nor the absence of it, but rather—indifference.
So it was all to protect Mo Group, playing a game of husband and wife with him.
His eyes dark and predatory, the smile he sketched was equally obscure, "Just because I held a gun to Yan Chu at the Yan Family Castle, you think that our relationship has broken down?"
