Chi Huan was sitting next to the man, although she never said a word.
Yet, when she heard this sentence, the hand on her knee clenched tightly.
Mo Shiqian spoke with a calm that betrayed no disturbance, "If the woman I love can only ever be a mistress who must hide in the shadows, then such affection from a man is too cheap."
Chi Huan turned her head to look at the man by her side.
Lawrence's murky and sharp eyes were fixed on Mo Shiqian, those pupils like black holes—cold, emotionless black holes that inexplicably sent shivers down one's spine and struck fear into their heart.
Suddenly, he chuckled, "You asked me last time what use my power was if I didn't even know that the woman I loved had died."
Mo Shiqian lifted his gaze, quietly observing him.
Lawrence slowly laughed in a hoarse voice, "It's precisely because I wasn't powerful enough that someone could keep Yezi away from my sight to the extent that I didn't even know of her death..."