Bu Wei couldn't hold onto her and, in anger, turned to Mo Shiche. "Muo Huangnian, have you gone mad to provoke Miaomiao like this?!"
"I'm the one who's gone mad?" Mo Shiche watched him with a sarcastic smile. "Is it really me who provoked her?"
Bu Wei, silenced by his terse reply, gnashed his teeth and turned to chase after her upstairs.
Mo Shiche frowned and gave a cold glance at his retreating back, then said to Mother Zhang, "Heat up the meal."
"Yes, yes, all right, Young Master," Mother Zhang replied cheerfully, entering the kitchen.
Mo Shiche bent down again to pick up the woman on the sofa. "Eat lunch first. You need to eat on time."
Luo Qiangwei lazily smiled with her eyes half-closed. "President Muo, have you taken the wrong medicine? Suddenly developing a conscience to protect me. Aren't you afraid Miss Sheng will be heartbroken?"
"Bu Wei will take good care of her," the man said indifferently. "You don't need to worry about it."
