Luo Qiangwei's lips were kissed red, and her efforts to push and hit him for a long time were not only futile but had also completely drained her energy. Leaning against the car door and gasping for air, she heard his words and glared at him fiercely.
It was a glare filled with genuine anger.
She would not normally show such emotion, or rather, after the various events of the past year, she had learned to suppress her emotions very well.
Whether it was joy, anger, love, or hate, she could hide it all as long as she did not wish to show it.
Ever since she had returned, no matter when or where, whether she cried or laughed at him, it was all behind a mask. Even when she was angry, she was measured and just right.
To a man like Mo Shiche, with his personality, a woman who understood such subtleties and did not create a fuss was the best. He also generally preferred that the women he needed to interact with at work or other occasions were of this type.
