Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Nuan coldly, "Speaking with such sentiment, are those words born of experience?"
Wen Nuan was taken aback and couldn't help but slap his chest. "You're so sensitive. Did you have to say it with such acidity? I didn't even add vinegar to the hot pot earlier."
It was indeed born of experience, but she was young and optimistic. At that time, when Fang Liucheng did not respond to her, she was foolishly committed and didn't feel like she was at a loss. Even if it hurt, she could find a way to vent.
People like Mo Yao weren't like her, who would cry when they wanted to or laugh if they felt like it, so they must be really suffering.
"Eh, you said Aunt and Sister Wushuang are betting Mo Xiaobai won't get a wife, does that mean Xiao Bai will eventually be with Boss Mo Yao?" Wen Nuan asked. "What are you betting on?"
