Shen Zhiyue was completely drenched, how long must she have been under the cold water?
The night was as dark as ink, with only a few stars scattered in the sky.
"Mo Xingyuan, let go of me, let go..." Mu Zhenzhen was forcibly dragged into the car by Mo Xingyuan, and as soon as she was in, the driver immediately drove off. In the car, Mo Xingyuan still held onto Mu Zhenzhen's wrist tightly, refusing to let go at all costs.
Mu Zhenzhen felt the place where he grasped had become numb with pain, and she said with a bitter laugh, "What's wrong, Mo Xingyuan, does it hurt? Seeing Shen Zhiyue in that state, you must be heartbroken, right?"
Not only was she doused with cold water by Xiao Ge, but she also had juice splashed on her by her.
As the woman Mo Xingyuan valued most, he must certainly be in torment.
The more he suffered, the happier she became.
Is this what revenge feels like?
Indeed, this feeling is quite satisfying.
However, this is just the beginning.
