Throughout the journey back, Mo Shiche didn't speak a word, and the sedan drove straight into the Mo Mansion.
As soon as the car came to a halt, Luo Qiangwei swung open the door and stepped out. She headed straight inside to change her shoes and walked upstairs, but the man who had caught up with her grabbed her arm at the stairway entrance, "Luo Qiangwei."
Three words, uttered cold as ice and sinisterly.
Luo Qiangwei turned her head to meet the man's gloomy handsome face, his brows and eyes frozen with chill. She slightly raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong this time, President Mo, did your 'explosive' temperament flare up again?"
Weren't you angry enough this afternoon, now you're at it again?
Mo Shiche didn't say anything, just stared at her heavily, his grip tightening. She felt the pain and frowned, shaking off his hand, "Mo Shiche, let go of me!"
