The woman standing by the door had a head of long and straight black hair and was wearing a long light pink dress. She did not look the prettiest, but was very clean-looking, bright and she was more beautiful than a crystal.
Tang Ci knew this woman. She was not a socialite, but had grown up with the Mo Ji and Mo Shi brothers in the slums.
Her relationship with the brothers were beyond the reach of any woman outside.
Mo Ji looked at the woman at the door and the eyes under his glasses turned gentle. "I'll be right there." Then, he looked at Tang Ci.
Tang Ci also looked at him, her beautiful cat-liked eyes bright and challenging.
Mo Ji's face was expressionless and seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black smoke, gloomy and cold. "After marrying Mo Shi, behave yourself and treat him well."
Before Tang Ci could say anything, he had already turned and left.
Looking at his tall and cold back, Tang Ci furrowed her eyebrows thoughtfully.
