Over there, Xiao Moli seemed to finally notice something amiss.
When he suddenly turned, he saw An Ziqi standing at the entrance of the alley looking at him.
Standing next to her was Simon, his hand still draped over her shoulder.
The two of them appeared extraordinarily intimate.
Xiao Moli felt a surge of anger fill him instantly, and he stepped forward rapidly.
As he approached, An Ziqi laughed cynically and turned to leave.
She had been dreaming about going to Paris with Xiao Moli one day, yet he had already been here with another woman, celebrating their anniversary.
How ironic!
Xiao Moli strode forward, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully pulled her to him, roaring furiously.
"I already told you not to contact him anymore. Why are you here with him? Tell me, what is your relationship with him? Have you been seeing him behind my back?"