Luo Qiangwei, "..."
The police finally found a chance to interject, "Young Master Mo, did you just say... Young Master Lan hit you, is that right?"
Lan Yiming walked over, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, "I didn't hit him, he bumped into me first."
"It was you who hit me first," Mo Shiche lifted his eyes to look at him, his expression unchanged as he spoke, "You've been entangling with my ex-wife in all sorts of ways, possibly even harassing her, then, feeling rejected and jealous of her ex-husband, you harbored malicious intentions and wanted to drive into me to vent your hatred in heart—probably just like that."
Lan Yiming was stunned by his flawless logic. Before he could rebut, Luo Qiangwei spoke up first, "Mr. Mo, you're quite the comedian. Young Master Lan is my boyfriend, where's this entanglement coming from?"
Boyfriend.
