Mo Xiuchen's eyes darkened with anger as he said sternly, "Ah Feng, I will give you two days to think about it. If you really decide to compromise and marry Qi Meiling, then I will no longer intervene in your affairs."
Mo Xiuchen's voice carried a hint of anger, a dose of seriousness, and a touch of disappointment at his all-too-easy compromise.
On the other end of the phone, Luo Haofeng's handsome face changed slightly.
He knew Mo Xiuchen well, and he knew that he was angry.
"Xiuchen, I've already hurt Xiaoxiao. I can't let the Qi Family hurt her further," Luo Haofeng's grip on the phone tightened inch by inch.
Before he met Bai Xiaoxiao, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being a playboy.
But since he fell in love with her, he would rather endure and not touch another woman. That night, whether he had touched Qi Meiling or not, waking up and seeing himself lying next to her made him feel dirty.
