Tang Sitian didn't try to snatch the phone again, slowly lowered her head, and said slowly, "I never thought about asking Qiangwei for money, nor about getting involved with the Mo Family. You can be completely assured of that. I know my own destiny."
She was well aware that the Tang Family was a bottomless pit that she needed to fill, but no one else was obligated to do so.
She was even more aware that her adoptive father, Tang Zhengyan, had saved her life, and owing a life-saving grace is greater than heaven. That was her destiny.
"Does Miss Tang realize," Mu Yunshen lifted her chin with his long fingers, his fingertips caressing her porcelain white skin, his low laugh sounding, "that women who resign themselves to their fate often tend to be heartless? So, are you trying to tell me you are not devoted?"
Tang Sitian obediently lifted her face, her smile tender and soft, "Whether I'm heartless or devoted doesn't seem to matter much, does it?"
