When Mo Chuxi posed his question, the expressions and fearful gazes of the two women beside him had already provided the answer.
Xiaoxiao immediately hid the lipstick she held behind her back, but it was too late.
Seeing the skirt that held deep meaning for him being defiled by such women, the look in Mo Chuxi's eyes at this moment was sharp enough to kill.
"What is it? Jealous?"
His voice was icy cold as he parted his lips, his gaze dark and hostile.
The other high-society ladies and young masters passing through the hallway stopped briefly to look over at the scene.
"Having people like you in this circle is nothing short of pollution."
Mo Chuxi's handsome face remained calm as he spat out his words like shards of ice.
Xiaoxiao and Zizi only felt their faces burning under the piercing stares of the other ladies and gentlemen—utter humiliation!
But the most critical point was... the one berating them right now was Mo Chuxi.
