Luo Qiangwei sauntered over with grace and stood still, smiling at the handsome man before her, "Why does President Moh look so fierce? Aren't you happy to see me?"
Moh Shiche stared at her coldly, with every second more looking at her hollowed-out dress, his face grew even darker, "Yeah, not happy."
Very, extremely, particularly unhappy.
If it weren't for the crowd, he might have torn off her dress and taken her right there on the spot.
"So direct... How embarrassing for me," she pursed her lips, but then smiled again, "Then let's go get a divorce tomorrow, seeing as you have Xiao San... oh no, Miss Xia, proudly entering and leaving various events showing off the love, I won't be occupying the latrine without doing the necessary. I should move aside for her, don't you think so?"
