"What now," Mo Shiche lifted his eyelids, his cold chuckle infused with disdain, "don't tell me you don't even have the ability to pursue her, have you become that worthless of a piece of trash."
"The reason I can't pursue Weiwei is because of her, not me, and I don't want to nor will I force her. As long as she's happy, I'm happy,"
Yan Chu smiled with narrowed eyes, his voice neither light nor heavy, "But what you need to know is, since you wish for us to be together, if I really do win her over—then I would never let her go back to you, and you should give up any thoughts of touching even a strand of her hair, or I won't let things go easily."
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Yan Chu drove Luo Qiangwei to Film and Television City, and as soon as they arrived his phone started ringing. He glanced at the caller ID, his eyebrows furrowed with irritation, and he cut the call off directly.
Luo Qiangwei saw his tense profile and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong, Ah Chu?"
