Casually, words that made women envious and dizzy slipped out from Mo Chuxi's sensually thin peach-colored lips.
His meaning was already very clear.
For Mo Chuxi, he never cared about Gu Jianling's words or actions.
He turned a blind eye to his provocations.
Causing trouble for Mo Chuxi? OK, as long as it makes his wife happy, anything is fine.
Yan Xinxin felt a sweetness, smiling with arched eyebrows, holding Mo Chuxi's arm.
Happiness and joy were written all over her exquisitely gentle face.
From afar, Mu Jingheng watched, a proud expression appearing on his face.
And in the distance, Ning Zitong only dared to sneak a few glances.
She didn't even know what she was doing now, she just knew, she was wrong...
In a high-end villa community.
Gu Jianling stood in front of the bar, one hand holding a cigar taking a puff, the other hand pouring whiskey into a goblet, his fairly handsome face looking extremely dark.
