"..."
Bad.
Seeing that the topic would not stop, and if she kept asking, with his ability to talk, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't say something wrong…
"It's nothing, just a woman's intuition," she quickly corrected herself, explaining, "Last time, at Qianhuan, when you were gambling, she sat beside me, and we couldn't see eye to eye…"
She wasn't lying, she and Fu Qingshuang really disliked each other.
Mo Nanjue didn't suspect much either, and it wasn't possible for him to deeply think into it in such a short time. The man's tongue gently touched the corner of his mouth, "I know you women have a strong sense of competitiveness in front of your peers, don't worry," he said as he patted her head, his thin lips curving up, "I'll make sure Fu Qingshuang stands before you, watching Fu's fall with her own eyes."
"..."
Watching Fu's fall…
