Yu Siqiao discovered that she seemed really curious.
Her eyes at the moment were like those of a child, carrying a rare touch of innocence.
Kind of cute.
Mo Shu threw another puzzled glance her way before Yu Siqiao finally said, "Because there might be some bloody scenes."
Although he had specifically instructed them to avoid it as much as possible, a secret club is a secret club, no matter how much you tone it down, some things are inevitable.
Mo Shu understood and nodded.
Yu Siqiao's mood suddenly became somewhat peculiar.
It seemed he rarely sat down with her, calm and collected like this.
Since she got pregnant, this woman had been taking him less and less seriously; whenever she saw him, she wanted to argue, her attitude growing increasingly arrogant and her presence increasingly overbearing.
Now, Mo Shu appeared less dazzling without the sharp radiance of jewelry, as if she had shed a layer of piercing brilliance.
