Mo Ziye was tall with long legs, walking very fast.
Qin Qingqing nearly had to jog to keep up with his pace.
Opening the car door and sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Qingqing turned to look at the man next to her who had fastened his seat belt and was taking out a cigarette.
She furrowed her brows slightly and blurted out, "Brother Ziyi, you should break up with Shi Xi."
The man's action of taking out a cigarette paused.
A moment later, his handsome face slowly turned towards her.
His deep, sharp gaze fixed on her, the thin line of his lips pressing tightly with a hint of coldness.
Qin Qingqing's heart was beating very fast.
Almost erratically.
Facing Mo Ziye's profound eyes, she steeled herself and continued, "I don't want to be the despised third party."
Mo Ziye still said nothing.
The line of his lips pressed even tighter.
His gaze on her became sharper.
He did not seem pleased by her words.
Apparently, he was not satisfied with her answer.
