Mu Qianshui had been holed up in her room all day. The moment she put on an expression of regret and grievance and descended the stairs, the butler informed her that Mo Chuxi had arrived!
At this moment, how could Mo Chuxi possibly be here?
Mu Qianshui couldn't fathom it. As she reached the staircase, she saw that handsome face she had adored for years.
Tall and noble, his cold and ascetic aura still stirred her longing to possess him.
So, she absolutely had to eliminate Yan Xinxin, that stumbling block!
"Mo Chuxi! You actually still dare to come here!"
Mu Shaoqian leapt up, glaring at him with fury in his eyes and gritted teeth.
"You've already hurt Qianshui so badly! She's at least your childhood friend—how could you be this ruthless?"
"In this lifetime, the only childhood friend I acknowledge is Qianyuan. Mu Qianshui? To me, she's not even a passerby."
"Rip—"
Hearing this heartless and cutting remark, Mu Qianshui felt as though a sharp blade had split her heart into two.
