Mo Siluo was somewhat surprised, and after a brief pause, his lips slowly curled into a lofty smile, his tone arrogantly dismissive, "I thought he was capable of so much! What happened? Wasn't he supposed to marry you? Did he find out your true colors?"
Armed with the truth, Wen Wan grew more composed, realizing that anger was just another form of powerlessness.
"You guessed wrong. It's Doctor Tang's 'hardware' that's too much for me to handle," Wen Wan admitted, deliberately provoking him.
Mo Siluo's lips were tightly pressed, seemingly suppressing the rage inside him.
Wen Wan glanced at the man and then let out a laugh. Mo Siluo, explain to him, and he won't believe you; but if you agree with him, he gets angry. He really is a lord, so hard to serve!
"Maybe, I'm just not suited to stay with anyone for a lifetime. Once the novelty wears off, I might just go looking for new prey," Wen Wan sighed, intentionally gauging the man's reaction.
