Kapitel 143: Who’s Fault Was It?

Liu Rushuang wore an intricate, gold dress with a gold hairpin in her topknot.

Devilishly exquisite figure!

Skin as fair as snow! 

Curled eyelashes that fluttered! 

And yet she showed no emotion on her face; it was as cold as the ice from the snowy peaks, and made her seem difficult to approach!

Do you festive atmosphere all around was crystal clear! 

When Han Moze stepped inside, he saw that she was drinking tea. 

"Does it taste good?" Asked Han Moze who walked in and sat down in front of her with a bright smile. 

Liu Rushuang put on her tea cup and shot at the same for grants at him. "I feel terrible right now. You must feel great!"

"No. I hope that we can be happy together and when you're not with me you miss me," said Han Moze with the sinister smile 

"How could I possibly be happy with you?" She coldly grunted. 

"Why unhappy?" Han Moze's eyes slightly squinted but he held his evil smile.