Mo Shiche let out a mocking laugh. "Why don't you fight back? Guilty conscience of a thief?"
"Because if you got hurt, Weiwei would be upset," Yan Chu looked directly into his eyes, "I don't want her to be upset, so go ahead and hit me all you want. What I haven't done, I simply haven't done; the innocent are naturally clear of guilt."
Such eloquence.
Mo Shiche let out a heavy, cold laugh and raised his hand to swing at him again.
Luo Qiangwei grabbed his fist.
Her eyes were cold as she looked at him, her tone even colder, "Mo Shiche, I said that's enough. You have your lovely wife and daughter, but you refuse to spare anyone around me. Are you trying to cut them all down, or can you not let go of either side, and are instead taking out your anger on others?"
Mo Shiche's dark eyes were locked on her, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Luo Qiangwei, you don't trust me."
