Mr. Muo?
Muo Huangnian raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh, "Calling me Muo Huangnian is not enough, now you start calling me Mr. Muo. In a few days, will you have forgotten my name? Qin Manman, you're changing a bit too fast."
From calling her husband Brother Nian to Mr. Muo, a stranger's address? She would still call Mo Shiche Brother Mo, huh.
"Is that so," Qin Manman clenched the new bowl in her hand, squeezing it slightly, and chuckled lightly, "What does Wei Ruo call you, Huangnian? But I don't want to call you that."
Muo Huangnian's handsome face turned gloomy in an instant, "Who let you mention her?"
"Can't mention her?"
Is there anyone in the world more ridiculous than her?
Muo Huangnian glared at her with a cold face, and his thin lips spat out a few words, "Go pick up the broken bowl."
The maids wisely hid in the kitchen, and in the living room, only the girl's soft, mocking sobs could be heard, her tears silently falling on the cold tile floor.
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