Yan Chu was clearly still in a state of unbearable discomfort. When he heard the voice, he impatiently turned his face aside. His expression turned even colder, almost devoid of warmth, as he saw the woman standing there, "Lier, get out."
"You're telling me to get out?" Mo Lier's face turned pale, a bit hysterical, "Yan Chu, you are messing around with a woman in this sort of place, and I'm your wife, yet you tell me to leave?!"
"I wasn't messing around, someone set it up," Yan Chu said briefly, "Get out, this place isn't as safe as you think, you'll cause trouble here."
His words didn't sound like an explanation nor concern, but more like impatient perfunctoriness.
Mo Lier bit her lip hard, and Tang Sitian saw her eyes turn red, pursed her lips and said, "Miss Mo, you misunderstood, Brother Yan..."
Before she could finish her sentence, another tall figure walked in through the door.
Sitian froze for a moment.
