Yu Siqiao immediately felt anger surge through him, but when he directly saw Mo Shu's reddened eyes, he was momentarily stunned.
Mo Shu grabbed his collar. Even though she was much shorter than him, and had to tiptoe while holding his collar, it didn't affect her ability to stand her ground.
Mo Shu glared at him with red eyes.
Yu Siqiao, however, had long since lost his anger, and now his expression was somewhat calm, "I was too impulsive just now."
Mo Shu looked at him, and suddenly couldn't help but merge the man in front of her with the husband she loved deeply.
So similar.
They are so very similar.
Voice, appearance, almost identical.
When they're angry, they're ten percent alike.
This expression now often appeared on Yu Siqiao's face—before they got married.
Mo Shu's eyes were burning, and she pushed him away heavily, "Leave, from now on the sky is high for birds to fly, the sea is wide for fish to leap, our agreement is henceforth null, what guard, I can't afford it!"
