Moh Shiche's tone suddenly turned cold, "Luo Qiangwei, are you doing this on purpose? What, trying to use Yan Chu to anger me?"
"Anger you?" Luo Qiangwei felt an inexplicable surge of suppressed rage mixed with a profound discomfort in her heart; she laughed coldly, "Moh Shiche, who do you think you are? Must everything I do revolve around you? I'm telling you, I just don't like you anymore, I like Yan Chu, and I want to spend my life with him!"
Moh Shiche's eyes shook violently; she had said before that she no longer liked him, but never as clear and serious as this time. He curled his lips into a very cold smile, "Really, are you sure that as a divorced woman, anyone would fancy you?"
She returned his words with a disdainful, carefree laugh, "Even if they don't fancy me, who cares? I'm just having fun. As long as I'm happy, that's what counts. Maybe over time, feelings will develop..."
