The anger that Cheng Jia displayed was utterly inexplicable.
She had stolen someone else's husband, even forcing Wen Ran to swear on her loved ones.
In the end, she still couldn't capture Mo Xiuchen's heart. One could argue that she deserved it.
She had confidently stated back in the day that as long as Wen Ran wasn't in Mo Xiuchen's world, he would undoubtedly fall in love with her.
She would love Mo Xiuchen more than Wen Ran did, and that Mo Xiuchen would be even happier with her.
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In his study, Mo Xiuchen had already prepared today's material.
He stretched his arm a bit before grabbing a cup of water to take a drink, then, he took out his phone.
Eerily, he stumbled upon the messages he received that day. His sexy lips were unconsciously tugged upward.
His eyes lingered on the words 'good night.'
Surprisingly, he felt like making contact with the woman who had that soft voice.
If he felt like doing something, he'd do it.