Mu Shaoze sneered softly, feeling like a fool being manipulated and played by others. The guilt that had surged up in his heart just now vanished without a trace.
It was her first time, but wasn't it his as well?
To like someone, did you really need to resort to such despicable means to achieve your goal?
He was about to turn around and leave when the phone in his pocket vibrated again.
He took it out and saw it was He Xiyue.
He answered the call.
The woman's pained voice sounded, "Shaoze, could you come over? I slipped and fell in the bathroom and hurt my leg. It seems to be broken, and it's really painful."
Mu Shaoze instinctively looked towards Zhou Ziqiao, and just then, Zhou Ziqiao also happened to see him.
The irritation of being deceived and played with surged up again, and he said, "Okay, don't move around. I'll be right there."
After hanging up, he turned and left.
An Yan sensed something was wrong, "He seems to have misunderstood; I'll go explain to him."