"Let go of me first," Sitian frowned slightly in pain and had to say, "If you don't let go, I really won't talk to you anymore."
Mu Yunshen's breathing paused slightly. Although he loosened his grip, he still maintained the posture of holding her body.
"You don't need to ignore him," came a sound from the large bed behind them. Mo Lier slowly propped herself up, "I'm leaving soon. President Mu hates me, and this isn't the first day you've realized it."
As she spoke, she slid off the bed, leaning against the wall and slowly walking out.
"Lier, you can't leave now. Zhen Lan is also in Italy," Mu Yunshen spoke calmly, "Stay in my room. I'll have Xu Yan come over."
Mo Lier, with an emotionless face, said indifferently, "No need for your pretense. President Mu, you should take care of your beloved wife."
Mu Yunshen's eyes darkened slightly.
