Even when Zhao Moxuan made eye contact, he seemed somewhat guilty.
In his heart, Zhao Moxuan kept telling himself silently that this had nothing to do with him, he was just a middleman.
"What's the matter? Did I hurt you too deeply before? Now you can't stand me? So much that you have to meddle in every little thing? Does it bring you a sense of accomplishment to obstruct my affairs? Or is it just that you simply hate me?"
Zhao Moxuan only smiled, saying nothing.
Yet in his downcast eyes, a hint of menace was all too apparent.
His actions these past days had been truly bizarre.
Wen Mian couldn't figure him out, but found it odd.
"I just hate you, do I need a reason to target you?"
Zhao Moxuan's smile was arrogant, his facial expression distorted.
Though they were having a normal conversation, Wen Mian always felt...
...that Zhao Moxuan was hiding something, which made her even more suspicious.
Being targeted should have a reason.
