"Hmph."
Mo Chuxi heard this and softly chuckled while pressing his lips together. He lifted his enchanting deep eyes and glanced coldly at Wen Xin with disdain.
"Kindness, those two words coming from your mouth are nothing but a joke."
"..."
"Say what you have to say directly, no need for this act. Once you're done, get lost immediately. I don't want to see your face for even one more second."
Listening to Mo Chuxi's indifferent and ruthless words, a hint of gloom flickered in Wen Xin's eyes.
"Chuxi, I originally came here to discuss with you, but now it seems there's no need."
Wen Xin parted her lips, speaking with a self-mocking smile.
"Chuxi, I really like you, regardless of how you see me, how others see me, or how the media describes me as the third party in your and Mu Qianyuan's marriage. I've already had enough."
She looked at Mo Chuxi with a longing gaze.
"Even if it was just for an hour, that one time of 'deep interaction' was enough for me..."
