Luo Qiangwei raised her eyebrows, "Oh, so I'm just jealous and petty," she said.
As soon as she uttered those words, she could distinctly feel Mo Shiche's gaze on her turning intense and heavy with an impatient pressure. She frowned slightly, then smiled lightly, "Regardless, I still have to congratulate you. Keep this man you picked from the trash for the New Year."
She paused and looked down at Little Peach, giving her a gentle smile, "Sweetheart, auntie is leaving now. See you next time."
Little Peach was still playing with her fingers. Hearing this, she looked up at Luo Qiangwei, grinned, and said, "Goodbye... beautiful auntie, goodbye!"
Luo Qiangwei turned around and walked away.
From the beginning till now, no matter what Sheng Miao said to her, Mo Shiche hadn't said a word.
A faint yet icy self-mockery crossed her mind.
