Luo Qiangwei pursed her lips, not wanting to pay him any attention. Seriously, just because of a game, he had to find an excuse to yell at her—nobody forced him to come along! Such a jerk!
She actually really disliked drinking beer...
No sooner had that thought popped into her head than a slender hand reached over and snatched the can from her grip.
Moh Shiche pulled the tab, tilted his head back, and chugged a bottle of beer all at once. Glancing up and seeing Luo Qiangwei staring at him in surprise, he coolly curled his lips and said, "I'll drink for you, after all, it's my fault your brain isn't working properly, who else but me, the one who married you."
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
Young Master Mu, standing nearby, felt like he was about to crumble and couldn't help but turn his head towards him and whisper, "Do you actually want to get a divorce?"
