Tang Sitian felt his murderous gaze and, not knowing why, thought it was probably because Mo Lier was nearby. She thought for a moment and responded with a smile, "Thank you, Young Master Mu."
Thank you?
Mu Yunshen let out a cold snort of derision and turned away.
Mo Shiche, from start to finish, remained expressionless and nonreactive, his tall figure standing aloof and detached. Aside from the glance he had given Luo Qiangwei, he seemed too lazy to even lift his eyelids at any other time, giving the impression that... to him, nothing mattered anymore.
Luo Qiangwei couldn't help frowning. This man had always been extremely indifferent, but how had he grown even colder after their divorce? Could it be because of that short-haired woman who liked this style?
Cold as ice, like a piece of wood, he now seemed to lack all human warmth and charm, uninteresting and silent. What was there to like about him?
Well, nothing was good about him, not a single thing.
