Moh Shiche laughed coldly, "Luo Qiangwei, you lost our wedding ring, and this is your attitude?"
"What else does President Moh think my attitude should be," she raised her face, looking completely indifferent and extremely aloof, "It's just a ring. We're not genuinely in love, it's a false marriage that's bound to end sooner or later. Do you expect me to cherish it feignedly? Isn't that even more nauseating?"
Feigned cherishing?
Ha, she must be afraid that Yan Chu wouldn't be happy with her wearing the ring. Or is it that she dumped the driver in the afternoon to go and be lovey-dovey with Yan Chu?
So, that's why she's dismissive upon seeing her husband, even to the point of finding him so annoying she wants to vomit?
Moh Shiche's pitch-black pupils contracted sharply, and his movements suddenly became more forceful—
Luo Qiangwei frowned and pushed him away, "You're hurting me!"
