Mo Siyu stood at the door, his hair a tangled mess, shirtless, with his pants haphazardly thrown on. His whole expression was like a wilted eggplant, completely withered. When he saw the two entering, he slightly lifted his head, something flickering in his eyes, lips slightly parted as if wanting to say something, yet not knowing how to begin.
Seeing this scene, Yu Zexiao hadn't even entered the door when he swung a fierce punch straight into Mo Siyu's face!
"Bastard!" He punched with force while wearing a mask, knocking Mo Siyu to the ground with just one blow!
He was really angry! Angry at how he could do something so extreme! And beyond anger, he felt some disappointment, and even more, worry.
With things as they were, how could he plead for Mo Siyu, or how could Jian Anning face others!
In his heart he knew, the worse he beat Mo Siyu now, the more Zhao Ziyin and Jian Anning could vent their anger!
