Mo Shu chuckled lightly, "Young Master Yu, what you say is strange. We still have an engagement between us."
Yu Siqiao's heart felt as if it had been pricked.
Indeed, there was still an engagement between them.
But the way she acted, how could she seem to care about this engagement?
It wasn't like this before.
She used to cling to him like a tail that couldn't be shaken off.
But now, she was not only cold toward him but also wore a brilliant yet distant smile.
Such a smile, like a dash of sunlight, dazzling and fervent, left Yu Siqiao's heart feeling utterly empty.
Yu Siqiao clenched his fist, suddenly feeling somewhat out of sorts.
Watching her still beautiful smile, his heartbeat became stronger and clearer.
This subtle anomaly made Yu Siqiao uneasy, increasingly irritable, he couldn't help but smash his fist onto the table surface, exclaiming, "Since you know, what is this attitude now!"
The heavy punch made a loud noise.
