"Brother Qing—"
Rong Xiya immediately wilted.
Wen Wan was very sensible, noticing that something was off she immediately wanted to leave, "Well, you guys talk, I'll go upstairs first." However, as she was about to extricate herself from the man's embrace, she was pulled back with a force, her face smashing heavily against the man's chest.
Just as Mo Siluo was about to turn and enter the building with the woman in his arms, he heard Rong Xiya unwillingly shout, "You would rather marry a killer..." The truth seemed on the brink of escaping but was swallowed back under the man's fierce glare.
Wen Wan noticed that the hand on her shoulder moved away, she slightly lifted her eyes, staring somewhat puzzled at the man's gaze. Rong Xiya's speech was cut off halfway, leaving her also baffled.
"You go upstairs first," Mo Siluo said softly, rubbing Wen Wan's hair.
