Fu Qingshuang's eyes widened, "You... how could you..."
Mo Nanjue raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, "I've come to congratulate Luo Xiao."
Fu Qingshuang took a step back and turned around, "Xiao, he..."
Before she could finish the sentence, her eyes widened even more, "You, you are..."
Chen An tore the transparent voice-changing paper from his throat, wiped the tomato sauce from the edge of his mouth with a hand, and with a fierce look, "Damn it, I was almost strangled by you!"
Fu Qingshuang's almond eyes were wide open; she recalled what had just happened and immediately understood. She turned to look at Mo Nanjue, "You... you set this up!"
Mo Nanjue's sharp eyes coolly glanced at her, "I indeed set up the trap, but it was you who jumped in. Did I force you?"
"..."
He indeed has this lethal ability to argue someone to death.
Fu Qingshuang opened her mouth but was speechless.
