"Go to hell, this perverted man."
Ye Chuqing was completely desperate for him. She turned around and opened the door and left in anger.
She thought he had a conscience, but it turned out that it was just his bad interests.
Mo Fengya watched as she slammed the door shut and left. His eyes shone brightly. He put out his cigarette forcefully and threw it on the ground. Then, he looked up into the dark skies outside.
For a man as complicated as him, there was no need for anyone to look forward to him.
He didn't need any sympathy or concern. He didn't need any.
"Freak, freak, great freak, great jerk, let you toy with people's hearts. Self-righteous guy, go to hell."
The next day, Ye Chuqing took a pair of scissors and madly cut the roses in the garden. She regarded the poor flowers as Mo
