Can't he dry his own hair?
Sheng Miao opened her mouth, wanting to say something but ultimately unable to find her words. She reluctantly glanced at him a few more times, clutched the towel tightly, and turned to return to her room.
Bu Wei took more than ten minutes to bring the medication.
Mo Shiche seemed to have grown a bit impatient. After receiving the pills, he shot Bu Wei a cold glare, "Why are you so slow?"
"What," said Bu Wei with a hint of sarcasm, "are you in a hurry to go back and keep your lovely new wife company?"
"Shouldn't I?" Mo Shiche lifted his eyelids and said indifferently, "Or maybe you'd like to take my place and seek revenge with a new face?"
Ha.
Bu Wei scoffed. He had never really taken a liking to Mo Shiche, but since Miaomiao was obsessively fond of him, he had to put up with it. He thought dealing with the Mo Family wouldn't be too difficult, but now he even had to marry Sheng Tang to do it.
