His head was lowered in concentration, a kind of serious charm to his dedicated appearance.
Luo Qiangwei took steps toward him, one after another.
Hearing footsteps, the man did not turn around; he simply continued to carefully plant the seeds, saying indifferently, "You don't have to come here anymore, and don't return to Jiang City. Just pretend you've never seen me."
"Is that what you tell everyone?"
Two voices sounded almost at the same moment.
One devoid of any emotion, indifferent.
The other desperately concealing emotion, hoarse.
Mo Shiche's body shook, and he turned around abruptly—
He met the woman's wide-open eyes.
His dark pupils rippled with profound shock; his entire being almost went rigid, and the next second, he abruptly stood up.
He even moved so abruptly that he bumped into the fence.
Luo Qiangwei spared a thought, guessing that this was probably the most surprised expression the man had ever had on his face.
