Her voice filled with sourness, she said, "We haven't finished discussing that project yet, Mo Xun, how about we find a restaurant where we can talk over dinner?"
"Let go of your hand." Mo Xun's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
Qin Yuwei dared not disobey and angrily bit her lip, glaring at Tang Zhiluo in the rain.
Such an act!
As soon as Mo Xun stops paying attention to her, she pretends to fall!
Such a green tea bitch!
Mo Xun, holding an umbrella, walked up to Tang Zhiluo.
Below his gaze were his shiny leather shoes.
Tang Zhiluo didn't dare to look at him anymore; she kept her head down and stuffed the men's wedding ring into her purse.
She did not want to lose face again.
"What's that?" Mo Xun noticed the small box in her hand.
"Nothing." Tang Zhiluo replied softly.
"How did you get here?" His voice sounded deep amidst the rain.