In that instant, rage seemed to shatter his rationale. He clenched his fists and took two large strides forward, but after just two steps, he abruptly halted again.
He squinted as he watched the two turn left together, and then disappear from his sight.
He took a deep breath, slightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fury that had filled them was replaced by calm. His handsome face appeared as indifferent as clouds on the horizon, his tall and upright figure radiating an even colder and more aloof aura, so frigid and lofty, so unapproachable...
He was Mu Zisu! His emotions should not be controlled by a mere woman!
Mu Zixuan lost miserably tonight, with all the cash in her purse won by Pei Mojing alone.
If the others had won it, she might have felt a bit better about it, but why the hell did it have to be that bastard who won!
She was absolutely furious!
"Do you need a loan?" Pei Mojing asked with a teasing smile, looking at Mu Zixuan's embarrassed face.
