Such a beautiful face, she clearly hadn't seen it before, yet why did she feel it resembled someone, though she couldn't recall who at the moment.
Receiving the murderous glare from the woman, An Ziqing wisely chose not to disturb and silently drifted away.
"Eh, where did Qingqing go?" Mo Wei reacted after a long while, turning his head to find the room already empty.
The woman panted heavily lying on him, "It's been over an hour, of course she's gone! Young Mo... what's better about that woman than me? She's just your girlfriend, and so ugly!"
"You're implying I have poor taste."
"Young Mo, that's not what I meant! You proposed to her, you must be joking!" She grabbed the ring from beside the bed and waved it.
A gleam flashed in his eyes, recalling how An Ziqing had bluntly rejected him.
Mo Wei's lips slightly curled up, "What do you think?"
