The most hateful part was, he even blew up her microwave!
Mo Xingyuan stared at Mu Zhenzhen's infuriated face, pondered for a moment, "I came here not to find you. Does Tong Anqi know? She lives in this area, and I was here to find her."
Then he glanced indifferently at the dusty suit on the sofa, "Are you sure you didn't do anything to me? Those marks on my clothes, weren't they from when you pounced on me? And here…"
Mo Xingyuan raised a hand, his fingertip gently touching his thin lips, "Who bit this?"
Mu Zhenzhen's face unconsciously reddened.
Thinking carefully, the model Tong Anqi indeed seemed to live in this neighborhood.
But not in the same building as her.
So, he came to this neighborhood not to find her but to find Tong Anqi?
But why on earth did she bump into him and couldn't shake him off?
Is she really that unlucky!
