Wen Xiangyang's eyes widened instantly when she saw that dashing man in a trendy coat, braving the chilly wind on the motorcycle, even his safety helmet worn with an insufferable rogue style, and she dashed over toward him.
The man on the bike, far from fleeing, even whistled, provocatively smiling with a teasing look in his eyes as he spread his arms wide: "Come, babe!"
As Wen Xiangyang charged up to him, she grabbed his collar and glared fiercely at the man before her, hysterically demanding: "Where's Xiao Q? Where have you taken my Xiao Q?"
"Well, compared to Mu Lingqian, you really seem to care more about Mu Lingqian's dog." Mo Lao Si swung his long leg over, leaping off the motorcycle and landing in front of Wen Xiangyang.
He landed elegantly and wickedly, managing to smoothly pull his collar from Wen Xiangyang's grasp and even caught her hand in return, stepping closer to her step by step, forcing her into a corner.