He continued coldly, "So I think you might not be any different from her, she might even take better care of me than you do, she's more obedient and gentler than you."
"Okay, and then?" Luo Qiangwei asked.
"She said she used to take care of me often," he added, "but you almost married Yan Chu; it was Yan Chu who proposed to you."
"Okay, what else?" Luo Qiangwei pushed.
"I think she really likes me," Mo Shiche's dark eyes scrutinized her, not missing any expression on her face, "she likes me more than you do."
"I don't agree with that statement," Luo Qiangwei said with a smile, "Miss He has always liked you, since before you had your accident five years ago. As for me, I don't like you anymore."
With that statement, the air was filled with a deathly, suffocating silence.
After a moment, it was Luo Qiangwei who spoke first, lifting the insulated food container, "President Mo, are you still eating?"
