"Mo Xue, what are you doing!" Huo Jincheng didn't care if Yin Moxue was a woman; he pushed her over directly.
"Brother Jinchen, you say, you're lying to me. She's not your fiancée, right? She's not. You don't love her at all, right!"
Yin Moxue didn't care that she was pushed over, clinging to Huo Jincheng's clothes, anxiously saying: "Brother Jinchen, tell me, it's all fake."
"Mo Xue, haven't you had enough of this? I don't have time to say anything to you. I'm saying it again; this is my fiancée. She is the only woman I truly love in my life."
Pushing Yin Moxue's hands away hard, Huo Jincheng took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and the hem of his clothes where she had grabbed.
Then, he directly threw the handkerchief into the trash can.
This was a humiliation to a person, and Huo Jincheng did it intentionally.
