Mo Shiche watched the woman approaching, his handsome brow and eyes cold as deep winter frost, his gaze extremely deep, "Tangtang, I know he's in the car."
It was obvious who 'he' was.
Luo Qiangwei stood in front of him, the cold wind lifting the hem of her long dress, her smile faint, "Yes, so what if he is?"
Mo Shiche's lips curled slightly, the arc chilling, with a sarcastic smile, "Tangtang, you really went to lengths to save him from me, even using your son to scheme against me, hmm?"
"That's right, I did scheme against you," Luo Qiangwei stepped forward, shortening the distance between them, and laughed lightly, "But you got one thing wrong, it's not 'our' son, there is no son between us."
Mo Shiche's expression turned extremely dark, "Tangtang, you know I don't like hearing such things."
