The voice was fierce, and the tone was aggressive.
With every word he spoke, Yu Siqiao was filled with raging anger.
Mo Shu had not been scolded like this by him for a long time and had almost forgotten how cutting his words could be.
Mo Shu wanted to explain, "It's not like that, I was confident..."
"Confident?" Yu Siqiao laughed angrily, each word seeming to be squeezed out between his teeth, "What confidence do you have? A pregnant woman six or seven months along! Even if not for your own sake, think about the child, would you? You're confident? Using your belly to block bullets and knives? Utterly foolish!"
Even a clay figure has some anger, and Mo Shu, who had been too guilty to talk back at first, now felt extremely wronged as his berating became more and more intense and said, "But nothing happened to me, right? Those people were caught, and I'm still okay..."
