Master Zhan, Please Let Go of Me

Mu Peilin hated being used, but as for Li Xia, it just so happened to be due to his fame.

The newcomer nodded at Mu Pailin and sat down next to Li Xia.

His blue suit looked stiff and trusting, his hair was short and clean, and he did look like one of Mu Peilin's men, just as serious and serious as he did.

Li Xia sat in front of the sofa, constantly thinking about Mu Baelin's reaction during the day.

He said she was like a person, and she was curious as to who he was and what relationship he had with that person.

He had spent the longest time in Lin City after returning to the country for half a year. He had only known Mu Peilin for a few days, yet he actually asked her this question.

"Next, we will broadcast our unique message. The noble young master of Lin City, Mu Pei Lin, has been interacting with a female star recently, and was acting very intimate in front of the Mu Group. After the ruckus that happened three days ago, there were people who witnessed the scene where Young Master Mu and that female star broke up without a word.

The female host of the Apple Channel was busy reporting on the event. At this moment, when Sister Mo came back from outside, she heard the news from the TV screen and frowned even more.

The initial report was still advantageous, in just a few short days it had already fermented into the negative news of Li Xia trying to gain the upper hand with sex.

Li Xia took a bite of an apple and called out to Sister Mo, "Look, the people who came to watch the fun are all behind us."

"You mean someone is borrowing a knife to kill someone?" he asked.

Sister Mo suddenly sat down and pondered, "Could it be that these two are the same person?"

Li Xia's face was solemn for a moment. She looked at Sister Mo as if her eyes were frozen, bringing with her a bone-piercing chill. Her eyes were filled with flames of hatred, making Sister Mo extremely uncomfortable.

He had never seen such a look in her eyes.

Sister Mo stood up under Li Xia's gaze, "I need to go to the washroom. Rest early. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Only then did Li Xia come back to his senses. He found that he had squeezed his hands too hard and they were somewhat white.

She let out a long sigh, suppressing her emotions.

The next morning, when Sister Mo woke up, she saw Li Xia wearing a gorgeous outfit. She was wearing sunglasses and was about to leave, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, "My dear Aunt Li Xia, she's in the limelight now, what are you doing out there?"

"A true warrior dares to face a bleak life, dared to face dripping blood, dared to knock on Mu Peilin's door!" Li Xia smiled, her delicate face covered by her sunglasses and giving off a mysterious sense of beauty.

Sister Mo looked confused. By the time she realized what Li Xia had said, she was already gone.