Even Mu Yunshen looked at Mo Shiche in shock—did he really remember everything so clearly? Hadn't he always disliked Luo Qiangwei?
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
Did she? Did she really?
Seeing her frustrated and contemplative expression, Mo Shiche's handsome face turned even colder, his voice rising uncontrollably as he accused, "Luo Qiangwei, don't tell me you've forgotten everything? What's the use of that brain if you can't remember anything?"
Suddenly being yelled at like this, Luo Qiangwei also felt wronged, retorting with an angry bite of her lip, "Who says I have to remember? Is it just because I don't recall those embarrassing things that you need to get angry?"
She didn't understand what had gotten into this man tonight; why was he acting like someone with epilepsy just because she couldn't remember? Besides, weren't those memories just as disgusting to him?
Embarrassing?
