The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the lifeless living room.
Luo Qiangwei's palm tingled, as she looked at the man who had been slapped and was now facing away, her voice cold and mocking, "Alright, esteemed President Mo, I've offended you once again. If you're tired of indulging me this time... how do you plan to hold me accountable for this slap?"
Mo Shiche lightly licked the burning corner of his lip with his tongue and let out a low laugh.
For a moment, there was silence, and then the weight on her body suddenly disappeared.
Mo Shiche walked back to the sofa and sat down, opened a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass, speaking lightly, "You like Mo Xiao, I understand that now."
Luo Qiangwei slowly sat up, instinctively reaching out to touch her abdomen, bowing her head to soothe the roiling sensation in her stomach. Mo Shiche glanced at her, thinking she still felt uncomfortable after having an abortion.
