"I don't blame you, I don't blame you. If anyone's to blame, it can only be that bastard Mu Hanyan for coming up with such a vicious and sneaky plan." Mu Cheng said through gritted teeth.
"As long as you don't blame me. I knew you couldn't bear to blame me. Mu Cheng, you've been really good to me, I know that. I know it all in my heart." Fourth Miss Zhao looked at Mu Cheng with pitiful, tender eyes, speaking in a frail voice.
Those words made Mu Cheng feel extremely cozy and comfortable inside.
"That idiot, Mu Hanyan, dares to treat you like that. I definitely won't let him go." Mu Cheng, facing his beloved, felt his heart stir and, naturally, he promised fiercely with boundless passion.
"But how did that waste suddenly become so clever? He could never have thought of such a tactic before," Fourth Miss Zhao said, puzzled.