Moh Shiche stared at her and, after a long while, actually smiled with a curl of his lips. "Fine."
He took the notebook from the paparazzo and directly hit the send button for the email—
The paparazzo hurriedly said, "This can't be taken back, it'll be directly blasted out by the magazine..."
"As you wish," Moh Shiche looked towards Luo Qiangwei, his handsome face darkly playful, "since you want everyone to think that way, then let it be blasted out. But you need to be clear about one thing—"
His tone suddenly turned cold, dominant and not open to discussion, "Whether it's blasted out or not, whether I commit adultery or not, whether you sue or not, I will never divorce you. You can only be my woman, my wife in the family register of Moh Shiche for this lifetime; nothing can shake that."
Having dropped those words, he turned around and strode away with long legs.
