Mo Nanze heard Luo Xueshu say this, raised an eyebrow, and said coldly, "I never said Yinfeng was angry because of the message you sent."
Luo Xueshu was startled, her heartbeat quickened.
She almost forgot that playing mind games in front of Mo Nanze wasn't very wise.
However, Luo Xueshu wasn't the same as Lin Xiyao once was; she quickly regained her composure and responded, "Lately, Yinfeng has had so many misunderstandings about me, I just thought..."
"Well, that's fine then, it's best to have nothing to do with me, or else I'd feel quite guilty."
Luo Xueshu reached out and patted Mo Nanze's shoulder, "Then I'm leaving, you and your wife can figure things out under the covers."
She retreated as her way to advance.
As she walked to the door and pulled it open, she suddenly met a fierce gaze.
The woman standing before her, with wheat-colored skin somewhat rough, looked at her with a very unfriendly expression.
Luo Xueshu naturally wasn't one to show weakness.