Mo Lier stiffened.
He was indeed very angry.
Has Tang Sitian now... become someone who can easily provoke his anger?
Mo Lier's expression was somewhat rigid, her voice cold as she said, "If that's what you think of me, then you don't need to interfere in my affairs from now on."
Mu Yunshen, with an emotionless face, stood up, his tall body indifferent as he threw down a sentence, "Finish your meal, Mo Lier, I've told you I won't ignore it, I don't want to hear similar words again, this is the last time."
Mo Lier sat in the dining room, heard his footsteps heading upstairs, clenching her chopsticks, only feeling the spot on the back of her hand that was burned by the soup was painfully hot.
......
In the master bedroom upstairs, Sitian cuddled a soft pillow in the rocking chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, chuckling, "You came up so quickly, not staying to dine with your beloved?"
His tall and slender body stood firm in front of her, casting a shadow.
"Tang Sitian."
