After realizing what she had said, she wished she could bite off her own tongue. She just wanted to undermine this man, but her words made it sound like she was jealous, angrily blaming him.
It all went according to his wishes. She was throwing a fit over Li Qianrui's matter, and here he was, placating her. The play suddenly became very real.
She closed her eyes, wishing she could disappear.
Leaning in close to her, Mo Shichen supported her face with his long fingers, his magnetic voice laced with laughter, whispering very quietly, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I accept the blame. I'll wait for you to finish being angry."
"..."
Wen Yi immediately felt a gaze sharp as a knife thrown at her from Xia Liulan across the table.
Perhaps it was because the Young Master Mo wasn't the type to humble himself to please a woman, and yet he was humoring one that didn't show him much respect. Such a contrast sparked fury, especially in women who admired him.