"These are my legs, I know them better than anyone," Sitian turned to look at him, "Don't you need to send Grandma back?"
The man's face darkened, "Tang Sitian."
He called her name again.
Sitian smiled slightly, "President Mu, why do you look like you're about to rip me apart? Grandma Mo is old and slipped, isn't it normal for you to send her back?"
"Do you really want me to send her?"
"In every sense, you should send her."
Mu Yunshen squinted at her, sarcastically saying, "If I send her, you'll be unhappy. If I don't, you'll think I'm too ungrateful and unreliable," he pinched her chin with his forefinger, "So no matter what, I'm doomed tonight, huh?"
"Seems like it," Sitian shrugged, smiling sweetly, "Since you know, let go quickly, otherwise, the more indecisive you are, the more I might hate you."
Mu Yunshen looked at the carefree woman in front of him and felt an urge to bite her for a moment.
