Nan Zhi walked up to Mu Sihan and looked at his well-defined features and face, a bitter feeling in her chest.
This bastard was always not telling her things.
He wanted to bear everything by himself.
Although she knew that his starting point was good, her heart was still angry and upset.
He thought she was too weak! Could she only accept his good but not his bad?
She covered her mouth with her hand, afraid that she would cry. She took a deep breath, controlled her emotions then took hold of his arm.
Almost immediately after she had touched him, her hand was thrown off by him ruthlessly. "Who let you touch me?"
She did not know if it was because he had met with the middle-aged woman earlier, his expression was extremely dark and gloomy, a cold aura exuding from him.
Those who did not know him would be frightened away by him.
Even Nan Zhi was hesitant when she saw his stormy expression.