Listening to his voice, gentle as if deliberately coaxing her, Luo Qiangwei's expression became somewhat bewildered and hazy. A sourness welled up in her heart, and suddenly tears flooded her eyes.
Mo Shiche had not expected her to cry on the spot, and he found himself abruptly frozen in place.
Luo Qiangwei sat on the sofa, her previously cold and haughty questioning demeanor had vanished without a trace. She wept continuously with her eyes wide open, her gaze slightly vacant and confused.
The decisive and ruthless Mo Shiche, known for his cutthroat business acumen, found his composure crumbling in an instant. He was so helpless, staring at the woman in front of him, unsure whether to kneel or stand, and he didn't dare to sit next to her, fearing it would provoke even more emotional outbursts from her.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, he still reached out to wipe away her tears.
