To hell with no future!
Why should she give away the child she raised, just because someone else said so!
Which disrespectful pig digs into someone else's painstakingly grown cabbages without so much as a word of notice!
Did she agree?
Mingshu clenched her fists and turned around, striding towards Si Chu with an aura that seemed to warn that the next second her fist would be making an introduction to his face.
Si Chu furrowed his brows in confusion as he looked at her, "You..."
What, did opening a window spark this fire?
The next second, he was speechless.
Mingshu suddenly bent down, one hand grabbing the front of his clothing, the other braced on the beauty couch beneath him, looking down at him from a commanding height.
This distance and posture were very delicate; however, Mingshu's expression was far from ambiguous.
Looking into her eyes filled with rage, Si Chu thought to himself, if a few punches could calm her down, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.