"Shi Changsheng, is this what you mean by you can run, but you can't hide?" Diao Moye seemed to have something against Shi Changsheng as she looked at the empty courtyard.
Wang Xuanyi's expression was as usual. Apart from Diao Moye, it was as if nothing could tug at his heartstrings.
Shi Changsheng clicked his tongue. "If I was only thirty percent confident before, I'm already seventy percent confident now.
"What seventy percent?" Diao Moye frowned. "We've worked so hard and offended so many people. In the end, all our efforts were in vain. Shi Changsheng, don't you think you owe us an explanation?
"My husband doesn't want to argue with you, but I'm a woman, so I'm not afraid of losing face."
Diao Moye was generally an extremely gentle person, but for some reason, she was always confrontational when she met Shi Changsheng.