The waiter was jerked backward a few steps, nearly falling over, and instinctively tried to steady Luo Qiangwei, but this time, before he could act, a strong arm came across and snatched the beautiful woman away.
By the time Luo Qiangwei reacted, she was already in Mo Shiche's arms, his iron grip tight around her waist, his voice both cold and angry, biting off each word, "Luo Qiangwei, you've really got some nerve, don't you."
Not only was she dressed like that, but she also boldly let another man wrap his arms around her.
Luo Qiangwei felt her waist might be crushed by his grip; hearing him speak that way tightened her heart. She looked up with her face and scoffed coldly, "Do you only find out today how daring I can be? Is it necessary to get this angry over just pushing away your new favorite?"
