Yan Luoxi lowered her head; Mo Beichen losing his temper was within her expectations. She had ruined his plans, so she felt guilty and didn't argue with him, instead apologizing with a good temper, "I'm sorry, I really am fine now."
Mo Beichen glared at her; after a while, he conceded, angrily huffing, "I guess I understand now why Xiaoqin fell for someone like you who can't speak even with provocation... Well, he's unlucky."
Mo Beichen stood up, fuming, "Forget it, let's just pretend I was never here today. Yan Luoxi, take care of yourself."
After speaking, Mo Beichen turned and walked away with large strides. With a "bang," he closed the door, and the sound lingered in the living room. Yan Luoxi sat on the sofa, knowing her personality wasn't great. Whether the issue was something she could resolve or not, she had become accustomed to handling it alone.
