Qin Yuan, that woman, used to be quite considerate and tender back in the day.
Over these past ten years, Mo Jiantao had discovered just how much of a dawdler she was, and how nagging.
Mo Jiantao had long grown tired of her endless chatter.
When he got out of bed and put on his shoes, Mo Jiantao was ready to leave.
Qin Yuan was close to tears, saying, "Mo Jiantao, what exactly do you want to do, can't it wait until later?"
"I lost something, I need to go back and look for it!" That was the extent of Mo Jiantao's explanation.
Qin Yuan grabbed his hand, saying, "What's so important about that thing, why don't you have someone else look for it, or you tell me what it is and where I can find it, and I can help you look for it!"
Her, looking for it?
What a joke!
With that kind of thing, if Mo Shu, that little bitch, saw it, wouldn't she be thrilled to death?
And who knows how she'd laugh at him behind his back!
