Yu Siqiao's voice was somewhat sinister, and Mo Shu's heartbeat sped up even more.
Initially feeling guilty, plus his aggressive demeanor, the psychological shadow of almost being strangled when she first came to this world resurfaced.
Despite being used to seeing his stern face, Mo Shu still couldn't remain composed at this moment.
However, she quickly hypnotized herself, cleared her throat, straightened her back, and tried to calm herself, "What's wrong with me?"
Yu Siqiao looked at her coldly, slowly closing in, "The incident with Gu Wenjuan tonight was intentionally orchestrated by you, wasn't it?"
Mo Shu instinctively denied, "No!"
"Not?" Yu Siqiao suddenly leaned in, cornering her in the sofa corner.
Mo Shu even held her breath.
Their distance was now less than a fist apart.
Mo Shu clearly felt his unstable breathing, he obviously looked very angry.
