Mu Shian stared intently at Yan Le and sneered, "On the day of the avalanche, Yan Huan saved me and brought me back to the hospital. Where were you? You were fooling around with a man in the hotel, caught in the act, and rolled down the stairs breaking your leg!"
Shame, it's simply a disgrace.
Whenever I recall it, it feels like I've been slapped hard across the face.
Mu Shian's eyes flashed with obvious disgust as he glanced at Feng Huaijin and said coldly, "If you want to fool around with Seventh Master Feng, feel free."
Mu Shian shook off the hand of the disheartened Yan Le and walked straight out of the private dining room.
Feng Huaijin propped his elbows on the dining table, exuding an icy aura, and said with a faint smile, "Fooling around?"
He suddenly slammed the table, causing a loud bang, "Does Mr. Mu dare to say it again?"
Mu Shian looked at Feng Huaijin, whose eyes were full of coldness, swallowed, and without saying anything, he left the room.
