He couldn't tear his gaze away, nor could he move; a thick taste of blood was rising in his throat. Mr. Muo heard himself uncontrollably ask, "Manman, is your fiancé… him?"
Actually, it was already a confirmed answer. It's just that he was too shocked, and people in such situations tend to subconsciously harbor a sliver of hope.
Then in the next second, he heard Qin Manman's crisp voice with a hint of laughter, "Yes, Brother Qingyi is my fiancé. That linen skirt was made by him for me... Oh, is it left in the car?"
Muo Huangnian's eyes were heavily shaken, and it took him nearly half a minute to recover, his heart being repeatedly slashed by a sharp blade.
After a while, he regained his hoarse voice, "Mm, it's in the car. Let the bodyguard get it."
