Mo Shiche was caught off guard and stumbled backward, his back slamming into the road sign pole behind him, sending out a vibrating and piercing noise, "Bang—"
The handsome face of the man winced in pain, but it was just a fleeting expression, and he maintained his posture without moving.
Luo Qiangwei used the back of her hand to wipe her slightly swollen, aching lips and revealed a mocking smile, "So, President Mo, is this your way of returning my kiss from last night?"
Mo Shiche's pitch-black eyes stared deeply at her, his throat moved heavily and slowly, but the words 'Yan Chu' still didn't come out.
His pride and dignity wouldn't allow him to ask aloud.
Seeing he remained silent, Luo Qiangwei didn't want to continue the conversation either, "Alright, I've got things to do. You can go about your business."
