Luo Qiangwei immediately wanted to push him away, but Mo Shiche's arm around her waist tightened as he lowered his head to look at her.
"Mr. Mo," Yan Chu frowned, "I'm talking to Weiwei. I don't think it has anything to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with me? One is my wife, and the other is my sister," Mo Shiche's eyes swirled with heavy sarcasm. "I think whether as a brother or a husband, I simply can't ignore this."
"From the beginning to the end, my words to Lier were clear, not as you described," Yan Chu said with a slight smile. "As for Qiangwei, she's someone I cherish and care about. Isn't it reasonable to explain to her that I had no intention of deceiving her?"
Mo Shiche's laugh was cold and mocking. "Really? Cherishing and caring for someone else's wife, what a noble excuse you have. Do you mean to say that by doing so, you're not the third party stepping in?"
"Mo Shiche!" Luo Qiangwei immediately frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting..."
