Xu Chaomu hid in Mo Shuifu's embrace, catching fragments of speech.
For instance, this man's name was Zhou Peitian, and he knew her third brother.
"President Zhou, I don't need you to talk to me about favors, and I won't speak to you about them either. Today, as long as I'm here, you can forget about taking Chaomu away."
"Mo Shuifu, don't think that because Shihan treats you well, you have someone to back you up. Let me tell you, you're just one of his many women, easily discarded when he tires of you. Don't take yourself too seriously!"
"Enough! Zhou Peitian, please don't mention him. I have nothing to do with Shen Shihan anymore!"
Mo Shuifu's eyes showed restraint and calm, but inside, she was grinding her teeth.
These days, no one mentioned Shen Shihan to her anymore. Just when she thought she was about to forget those painful memories, this man named Zhou Peitian came to reopen her wounds.
Wounds that were raw and bleeding.