Xiao Yuan didn't pay attention to him, but as she entered the door, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart and slammed the door with a loud bang.
At the same time as the loud noise fell, Fei Helin's anger was also ignited. With a casual wave of his large hand, the cup on the table fell onto the thick carpet, "Still angry, what right do you have to be angry! Don't forget who's responsible for where you are now!"
Xiao Yuan heard the faint sounds of rage coming from outside and let out a cold, low laugh, muttering to herself, "Yes, all thanks to you."
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When Mo Shu returned home, Yu Siqiao was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
In front of him was a laptop, and he wore wireless headphones, with no expression on his face, seemingly talking to someone.
When he saw Mo Shu, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes.
Mo Shu tiptoed over, walked around to his back, and looked at the screen.
