Moh Shiche, in a deep blue suit with one hand in his pocket, looked distinguished and handsome. His dark eyes stared at her, a smile that wasn't quite a smile on his face, "Didn't you ask me to come pick you up and take you home? It's ten o'clock now."
When had she asked him that?
Luo Qiangwei frowned, and before she could speak, Tang Chengrui had already approached, offering flattery, "Young Master Moh, long time no see. How about we go for a drink?"
"I don't drink with men who have pursued my wife," Moh Shiche replied indifferently, his gaze fixed on Luo Qiangwei, "Come here, we're going home."
Luo Qiangwei stood still, "I have two more scenes to do later..."
Before she finished speaking, she was swept off her feet by the man who strode over. His seemingly gentle action actually carried force, and Moh Shiche, holding her in his arms, turned and walked out, "The shooting is over for today."
