"I'm not busy, it's you who's busy," Yu Siqiao smiled. "How could I be busy? I had nothing to do this afternoon and wanted to see my fiancée but couldn't, so I had to go to work. It's my fiancée who is really busy."
Whimper.
Mo Shu thought it would have been better if he had just lost his temper.
This passive-aggressive tone was quite frightening...
Mo Shu shrank her neck and carefully probed, "You seem really angry?"
Yu Siqiao's face was smiling, his tone unusually gentle, "I'm not angry. My fiancée is so busy, I should be understanding."
Such unprecedented gentleness!
But at this moment, it sent shivers down the spine!
Mo Shu couldn't take it anymore, yelped, and threw herself at him, hugging his neck, "I was wrong, I was wrong."
Yu Siqiao pried her off, the forced smile on his face gradually faded, he touched her neck, and sneered, "Still heaven? Huh?"
"No no no, just a lowly duck restaurant, pah!"
