"You don't want me to touch him, huh," the man said with a smile, looking at her elegantly and shamelessly, "then come home with me, okay?"
"..."
Luo Qiangwei never expected him to say such a thing directly, and she laughed scornfully, "Is President Moh now in hooligan mode?"
Moh Shiche was unconcerned by her assessment, laughing in a low husky voice, "I have many modes, choose whichever you'd like to start. We can even make love anytime, anywhere, just like the other night – I think you haven't forgotten about that?"
"Mr. Moh," from behind, Yan Chu frowned and spoke up, his usually bright eyes conveying displeasure, "A girl should be cherished, not spoken to in a way that could embarrass her."
"And should a loser of a man who lets a woman buy him a house be chopped up?" Moh Shiche sneered coldly, "Also, I know how to cherish my woman, and I don't need you, pretty boy, telling me what to do. Have you grown up yet?"
A loser?!
A male mistress?!
