Mo Chuxi elegantly took another sip of coffee, his thin lips gently parting.
"Mu Qianshui's life or death isn't something you truly care about, because she's not your biological sister. This fact—you've known for a long time, and now, everyone in Ancheng knows as well."
He said unhurriedly.
"You came here today not to seek justice for your 'dear sister' Mu Qianshui. You just wanted an excuse to make trouble for my wife."
Having his true motives exposed, his aura crushed.
Mu Shaoqian's smug expression rapidly faded into gloom.
Yet Mo Chuxi remained composed, glancing at Mu Shaoqian.
"Back at the Mu family's vacation villa, Young Master Mu, don't forget how you kept calling that so-called Mu leading actress a traitor. Now that traitor might already be in the eighteenth layer of hell, shouldn't you be celebrating with firecrackers?"
"You… Mo Chuxi, you truly have no sense of propriety whatsoever!"
Mu Shaoqian seemed taken aback by Mo Chuxi's ruthless indifference.
