Mo Huasong angrily pulled Xiao Jie back towards him.
With a "slap", Xiao Jie's face subtly changed color.
Mo Huasong's slap was quite heavy, causing her pain.
"Xiao Jie, I'm telling you, if you ever have such an idea again, I won't let you off," Mo Huasong was so angry that he felt like vomiting blood.
"It seems you are quite angry," Xiao Jie suddenly looked up at Mo Huasong with interest. "You like me?"
Mo Huasong shook his head: "I don't like you."
"If you don't like me, why should you bother about me?" Xiao Jie continued questioning this man.
A bit impatient, Mo Huasong pushed Xiao Jie away: "Because--whatever it is, you should listen to me."
Xiao Jie smiled, stood up a bit smugly, and said, "Alright, I have no intention of submitting to Ma Jun. I'm not that low. If worse comes to worst, I'll simply quit the entertainment circle."
Mo Huasong looked at Xiao Jie in surprise, "You're really considering giving up your singing career?"
