Does he not have hatred?
Yet, he cannot hate.
Because it was him who hurt the woman he loves like this; it's all his fault.
Even if she killed him, he would accept it.
But why is it this kind of punishment instead?
Mu Ke was taken aback, looking at Mu Yin who had lowered her head without speaking, "Yinyin, is it like this?"
Wen Yiqing suddenly became alarmed, "It's not like this, it's not like this…"
"Drive, I'm in a hurry to get to the airport, whatever the matter can wait until I'm back, okay? Or I'll go alone first, and you two can resolve things here before you leave," Mu Yin said irritably, ready to get out of the car.
"Go." Bo Fengheng forcibly pulled her back into his arms and instructed the driver.
The driver, without saying a word, stepped on the accelerator.
Mu Ke hadn't had time to get in the car, he was infuriated, he probably already figured out what happened, he warned Wen Yiqing, "I'll settle the score with you when I return."
