Mo Ang was so angry his nose almost crooked. He... he left something for her, is it for her to mess around with someone else?
Really asking for a beating!
An Ning, drunk, squinted her eyes, leaned close to him, and even cupped his cheeks with her hands. "You look really angry? Why are you so angry?"
Mo Ang gritted his teeth and said, "What do you think, why am I angry?"
"I don't know? Because I don't like you? So you're angry? But I don't think it's necessary!" An Ning even gave a little smile. "You've taken advantage of me enough, haven't you? You're not at a loss, right?"
"Manager Zhu definitely can't satisfy you; you should give up on him." Mo Ang continued to slander the 'rival.'
Damn it!
He didn't even know why he was so jealous—could that man compare to him? There's no comparison, seriously?
But damn it, he was just jealous.
