"What, are you completely admitting it now?" Mu Yunshen's lips curled coldly, "So that day in the hospital room, when you mocked Lier, it wasn't because of me, it was because of Yan Chu?"
Some things he actually knew very well, just like he knew she loved him, and was aware of the undeniable hostility she had towards Mo Lier.
It was like the jealousy between women; he was aware of it, while she was troubling herself over nothing.
Tang Sitian's nails dug into her palm. She picked up her bag, stood, and extended her hand to him, "Give me my phone. Since you say so, there's no need for us to have dinner together."
Mu Yunshen sat in the chair with a dark aura, his eyes chilling, "If you're going to leave, why not just leave? Is a phone so important to you, or is it because Yan Chu gave it to you, so you can't bear to part with it?"
