The two were about the same height, and their auras were equally matched. Shen Yanchen exhaled a puff of white smoke and asked, "Why did you do that?"
Mo Ming smiled and asked, "Are you referring to sleeping with your fiancée?"
Shen Yanchen didn't speak, he just stared at him.
"Why? Is there a reason? It's just that I can't stand you." Mo Ming pretended to be casual, not wanting him to know he did such a foolish thing for Gu Qimiao.
Shen Yanchen asked skeptically, "Aren't you afraid she'll be heartbroken?"
Mo Ming said in a boastful tone, "I didn't expect she cared so much about me. You saw her at the police station; her eyes were swollen from crying over this. I comforted her all night."
Shen Yanchen bit his teeth, crushed the half-smoked cigarette under his foot, irritated by Mo Ming's lack of appreciation for her, and angry at himself for not being able to protect her under his own wing sooner.
Behind Mo Ming's smile was a bitter heart. Her tears, who were they really for?
