He clenched his fists tightly.
"No, Brother Qiao Muyun, you've misunderstood. Brother Ya Xuan is giving me a facial treatment..." Zi Ruoxi's tone was urgent. Her big eyes were bright and occasionally flashed with panic.
Upon hearing this explanation, Qiao Muyun was undoubtedly incensed. His dark green eyes cast a cold wave.
"Zi Ruoxi—" Uncontainable anger surged skyward, his heart burning with pain, unable to hold back his resentment, wave after wave of blame, "Facial treatment?! Are you confused or bewitched by him? Do you really think kissing others casually could ease your pain? How ridiculous!" Qiao Muyun rebuked, then couldn't help but sneer, "Where are your morals? Your bottom line? Zi Ruoxi, why have you become like this? Has cosmetic surgery messed up your brain too? How can you believe such absurd nonsense!"
