"President Muo, Miss Sheng almost just had a miscarriage," Luo Qiangwei's lips curled mockingly, "She's now lying on the stretcher, pregnant with your child. How heartless and ungrateful can you be to say you'd accompany me for afternoon tea right in front of her?"
Mo Shiche furrowed his brows tightly, his large hand unwittingly tightened grasp, leaving red marks on her wrist. Luo Qiangwei winced in pain.
The next second, Yian Song walked over, directly grabbing Mo Shiche's wrist and pushing him away.
Mo Shiche had been intently staring at Luo Qiangwei, and not noticing Yian Song's approach, was pushed back several steps. Yian Song reached over to wrap an arm around Luo Qiangwei's shoulder and whispered, "Qiangwei, let's go. I'll take you to the newly opened pastry shop."
