Who in Jiang City does not know him, once a man as dazzling as myth.
Just like everyone knows about the love and hate entanglements between Mo Shiche and Luo Qiangwei over the years—
Yet here he is standing tall and straight, embracing a woman who bears a striking resemblance to Luo Qiangwei, his handsome face lowered as he looks at her, his voice husky, "You've fallen and hurt yourself, I'll take you to the hospital."
Sheng Miao, with her head buried, whispers faintly, "Huangnian, I'm fine... you still have business to discuss..."
"First, let's take care of the injury, everything else can wait."
The man wraps his arm around her and walks out.
The waiter by the gambling table hurries over, "Mr. Muo, you still have several rounds unfinished, leaving mid-game will result in a tenfold deduction of the gambling stake."
The man says indifferently, "Deduct."
Having said that, he moves to walk away.
