Mu Shaoqian sneered as he shot a glance at Yang Guoping, then opened the car door, got in, and raised the convertible top.
"Do you think I don't see through the schemes you people are plotting?"
He chuckled lightly, lit a cigarette, and started the car.
"That fox Yan Xinxin is quite the schemer—clinging onto Mo Chuxi, that heartless bastard, wasn't enough, now she's trying to scam money out of the Mu family? Dream on!"
Mu Shaoqian mocked with cold laughter.
"Just because she looks like my sister, she thinks I'd really believe she's my sister? A second-rate knockoff trying to pass for the genuine article—I'm not that blind! She better give it up!"
With his disdainful words hanging in the air, Mu Shaoqian stepped hard on the gas and sped away.
Yang Guoping hadn't managed to say anything and was left choking on the exhaust fumes from the sports car.
"I think you *are* blind! How could Xinxin have such a foolish brother like you!"
Yang Guoping stomped his foot in anger.
