Mo Shu chuckled lightly, "Young Master Yu, what you say is strange. We still have an engagent between us."
Yu Siqiao’s heart felt as if it had been pricked.
Indeed, there was still an engagent between them.
But the way she acted, how could she seem to care about this engagent?
It wasn’t like this before.
She used to cling to him like a tail that couldn’t be shaken off.
But now, she was not only cold toward him but also wore a brilliant yet distant smile.
Such a smile, like a dash of sunlight, dazzling and fervent, left Yu Siqiao’s heart feeling utterly empty.
Yu Siqiao clenched his fist, suddenly feeling sowhat out of sorts.
Watching her still beautiful smile, his heartbeat beca stronger and clearer.
This subtle anomaly made Yu Siqiao uneasy, increasingly irritable, he couldn’t help but smash his fist onto the table surface, exclaiming, "Since you know, what is this attitude now!"
The heavy punch made a loud noise.
The entire restaurant was startled by his action, even Mo Shu was shocked, her heart skipped a beat, looking incredulously at his hand.
His fist was tense, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and the tips of his knuckles were tinged with blood.
Mo Shu was startled for a mont, then raised her eyes to his face.
Yu Siqiao’s eyes were bloodshot, looking frenzied with anger, he glared at her, gritting his teeth and said, "You don’t know what’s good for you!"
With a forceful push on the table, Yu Siqiao turned and strode out of the restaurant.
Many people in the restaurant turned their heads, recognizing who Yu Siqiao was. Even though Mo Shu’s popularity was far less than Si Qiao’s, her beauty still attracted much attention.
However, Mo Shu ignored the gazes around her, staring blankly at the table Yu Siqiao had just slamd, noticing there were several blood spots distinctly visible.
Long, thin cracks emanated from the blood spots, spreading out over ten centiters.
This guy, to have actually smashed the coffee table’s glass surface into several cracks!
Such force, did he not care about his hand?
Mo Shu felt an inexplicable guilt in her heart, feeling even more depressed, "This man really is..."
ng Yunjing looked at her, hesitated for a mont, and finally said, "Don’t you want to check on him?"
Mo Shu felt a bit annoyed, this irritation felt like a blot of ink spilled on her clothes, spreading wider.
Hearing ng Yunjing’s words, she impatiently said, "What’s there to look at, the best thing would be if his hand is broken, it’s his own fault!"
ng Yunjing fell silent for a mont, only then noticing the faint bloodstains on the tabletop, spoke out, "I just thought you might want to check, he seed really angry, and also, I didn’t notice he was injured."
Mo Shu: "..."
Mo Shu’s face completely darkened, she coldly said, "Being angry isn’t my doing, he’s like he’s swallowed gunpowder every day, let him co to his senses and also let him understand that the world doesn’t revolve around him! He has the nerve to call off this damn engagent, I want so peace!"
In the end, he’d be with Gu Wenjuan anyway, she was just a malevolent supporting character!
Moreover, in the original story, their engagent had already been called off.
She had already felt the consequences of changing the plot, if she could twist it back at this ti, nothing could be better.
She’d finish her task quickly and go ho, to avoid suffering here day by day!
Mo Shu asked Sao Zha in her mind: What’s the completion percentage of the task?
Sao Zha’s voice hauntingly stated, "Originally it was 20%, now it’s 21%."
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