Even if she came over in a rage to slap him right now, he would probably be happy about it—at least she wouldn't be indifferent.
When Luo Qiangwei heard Xia Yuan's words, she couldn't help but smile. In those few seconds of her smiling, Mo Shiche didn't utter a word in defense, making her think that this equated to his consent, or rather... his indulgence.
She had no particular feelings about it, only finding it laughable. She didn't delve into whether there was any other emotion hidden in that laughter; even if there was, it would be negligible.
She should have long stopped being upset over such matters and gotten used to it—after all, who told her to fall in love with a scumbag?
Luo Qiangwei twirled a lock of hair around her finger and smiled at Xia Yuan, "Oh, I see, so you mean that you were attracted to President Mo while he was still married, and then developed feelings that you couldn't live without—?"
Xia Yuan's mind didn't catch up at first,
Xia Yuan, "..."
