"You are responsible for this."
Mu Lingchuan spoke lightly, not seeming to attach great importance, yet not completely disregarding it either.
Zimo couldn't fathom his intentions. Was he serious, or just joking?
However, a man asking a woman to take responsibility... why does it always sound odd?
"What? Eat up and ready to leave without a care?"
As Zhuima hesitated to respond, Mu Lingchuan's gaze returned from the car window.
He turned his head, his icy eyes sweeping over, a mere glance that sent a shiver down the usually bold Zimo.
"Look at what I look like now. Do you see clearly?"
Mu Lingchuan stared intently into her eyes.
Zimo, who initially looked down, instantly lifted her gaze again, sneaking a peek at him.
Mr. Mu... his appearance was indeed a sorry state, pathetic, one could say.
His shirt was ripped apart by someone, turned into strips of cloth hanging loosely.
