Moh Shiche was expressionless. "Otherwise, you change your gender and grow breasts to marry me?"
"Fine, I'm flying to Thailand now," Mu Yunshen spread his hands and turned to leave, "As for that Yan Chu matter, you find someone else to tell you."
The moment he heard those two words, Moh Shiche's pupils suddenly turned cold, "Wait a second."
Mu Yunshen stopped in his tracks, waiting for the rest of his sentence. Moh Shiche's chest was stifled with anger from Luo Qiangwei earlier, it took him a good while before he said in a muffled voice, "My hand hurts."
"..."
Upon hearing those three words, Mu Yunshen couldn't even get angry. He turned and walked to the open window, lit a cigarette, and slowly said, "Strictly speaking, he is in the same boat as us."
Moh Shiche suddenly looked up, reacting quickly, "Don't tell me he's from Tang Sect's Yan Family."
