"Mo Chuxi, so it was you."
"Aside from me, has anyone else ever hit you?"
Mo Chuxi said coldly, reaching out to take Yan Xinxin's hand.
"Listen carefully, Xinxin will soon marry me. You'd better mind your behavior."
"Hmph..."
Mu Shaoqian puffed out the swollen right side of his face from the punch.
"Marry? Mo Chuxi, you're really marrying this woman? How can you face my sister?"
"Your sister? Who are you referring to? Mu Qianyuan or Mu Qianshui?"
"You..."
"That's right, I did promise back then to marry Qianyuan and make her my bride, but she left me."
Mo Chuxi calmly responded.
"You keep using my promise to Qianyuan to remind me, while at the same time wanting me to be with that Mu Qianshui. Mu Shaoqian, what exactly do you mean by this? Do you think what you're doing makes you worthy of Qianyuan?"
"..."
Mu Shaoqian was instantly rendered speechless, his expression frozen, his face like a statue.
