"Lier," Mu Yunshen raised his hand to pour a glass of wine, his expression unchanged, and reached for a plate of pastries, "Don't worry about it, have some cake."
Mo Lier tried hard to stay calm, biting her lip, "Yunshen, I know you're actually in a bad mood. I could tell during dinner..."
Sitian stood by, her lips curled slightly, "So Miss Mo knows, huh? He's been in a bad mood these days, probably because you've suffered a lot these past three years. He feels sorry and guilty— but if you want Young Master Mu to save face, divorcing Brother Yan would be more useful. After all, that's the scar on his heart..."
"Sitian," Mu Yunshen paused his wine-pouring action, his gaze towards her now flickering with a cold glint, "I asked you to go out for some fresh air to calm down. You're emotionally unstable and speaking recklessly. I don't think this is a wise choice."
