Mo Shiche's handsome face was indiscernible in the light and shadow. He suddenly let go, and the bottle tipped over from the force, spilling alcohol all over Mu Yunshen's pants.
Mu Yunshen, "..."
His face darkened instantaneously, and he pulled out a tissue to wipe his pants before raising an eyebrow and sneering, "Could it be that you've been stood up by a woman? That shouldn't be the case, though. Luo Qiangwei finally married you after wasting seventeen years. She ought to be clinging to you every moment, right?"
Mo Shiche was clearly not pleased with his choice of words, as his face grew even darker, "Wasting?"
"Isn't it wasting? A beautiful woman naturally attracts trouble. She pursued you for seventeen years, despite the pressure. It's a wonder your personality hasn't frozen her to death. Honestly, I somewhat admire her,"
