Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Angel’s Tears Make Their Appearance

Ah Ding’s words instantly stunned and petrified the group of women!

Mo Chuxi’s noble and graceful figure slowly approached from behind him. That cold, distinguished temperament caused the women to be utterly captivated.

One by one, they scrambled to fix their dresses and appearances before flashing flirtatious smiles at Mo Chuxi.

"Mo... Mo Shao..."

"Mo Shao, we didn’t know this man was yours..."

"Not knowing that he’s mine means you can insult him as you please? But now that you do, you’re too scared? Is that the extent of so-called socialites’ ability—bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

Mo Chuxi said coldly.

The women’s smiles froze. They felt the judgmental gazes from those around them, finally realizing how humiliating and awkward the situation was, their faces turning increasingly red.

"Mo Shao, it was just a misunderstanding earlier. He bumped into us, so..."

"Reporting to Mo Shao, these women were discussing earlier how to knock Lady Yan over so she’d fall in a humiliating heap. They even conspired about spilling wine on her dress. I couldn’t bear it, so I tripped them with my foot."

"No, no!"

"We didn’t!"

Seeing the darkened expression on Mo Chuxi’s handsome face, the women immediately denied in a panic, terrified.

far away, Yan Xinxin understood everything clearly


a bite of cake from her fork and leisurely

being Mo Chuxi’s wife isn’t easy. Everyone either wants to harm

"Throw them all out!"

Chuxi commanded in fury. The other guests in the banquet hall were startled, still unclear who these scheming women were targeting or where Lady Yan

"Yes, Mo Shao!"

phone to make a

"Throw them all out!"

moment of

for mercy and confessions quickly faded into the distance. The

by the long table, observing

swept a cool gaze around the room, then casually began walking toward

he brushed past Yan Xinxin, he deliberately slowed his steps, sneakily pinching Yan Xinxin’s little buttocks with

"..."


This shameless pervert!

her head to glare at Mo Chuxi. His departing silhouette was relaxed and carefree, and not just her

Eight o’clock sharp.

auction officially

and Xiao Yize sat next

the dim lighting, Yan Xinxin scanned

he not enter

last and will be worn

Xiao Yize informed her.

Wen Xin? Supermodel?

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