Mo Shiche suddenly turned around and when he saw her, his pupils contracted. Luo Qiangwei met his eyes, lifted her lips into a smile, and said, "President Mo, I was wondering why you weren't going home so late at night. So, you were here with my cousin...?"
Mo Shiche had released his grip when she began speaking and by the time she finished, he had already walked up to her. He reached out to touch her cheek but was blocked by Luo Qiangwei's hand covered in a glove, her bright eyes provocatively raised, "This hand just strangled my cousin's neck,"
Hearing this, Mo Shiche withdrew his hand and then coldly glanced over to Luo Hongying, who was standing by the wall, his voice even colder, "Get lost."
Hongying, trembling, looked at him, "Shiche, just now..."
"Just now I asked you if you wanted to die," he said, utterly indifferent, "If you need to die now, I can still satisfy you."
