Mu Yin curled her lips. How could he still not understand why she was angry?
Acting!
But at the next moment, she was in his arms with a spin, her feet kicked steadily towards Si Chen, as she righteously shifted the blame, "Your wonderful work, and you still have the nerve to laugh?"
"Huh?" Si Chen was taken aback, unable to dodge in time. What was worse, the two dark footprints from Mu Yin's feet were now stamped on his white shirt, twisting his handsome face in anger, "Are you fucking crazy? Do you have any idea how expensive this shirt is..."
"..." Mu Yin was also stunned.
Was he sticking up for her?
But the real culprit was himself...
"So what?" Bo Fengheng said with a faint smile, looking down at the woman in his arms, a trace of tenderness sweeping across his eyebrows, "If she's happy, I'm willing."
Mu Yin's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily lowered her eyelids.
It had to be said, for someone who looked so unapproachable, he was surprisingly good at flirting.
