Chapter 93 - Overbearing (1) (1/2)

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Who was he to her anyway?

What right did he have to use such a judgemental tone to question her?

She already explained that she did not have s.e.x with Bo Shaoxiu. If he was not willing to believe her, there was nothing she could do. She would not waste her breath to explain to someone who was not willing to listen.

This imbecile was an arrogant crazy person! A pervert!

Mu Sihan grabbed Nan Zhi’s chin and turned her pet.i.te face towards him. He forced their eyes to meet his.

“Explain.”

His grip was very strong and Nan Zhi felt like he was going to break her chin into pieces.

It was just like when he strangled her, she would not beg for mercy despite not being able to breathe. She was as stubborn an ox.

She looked at him with cold eyes as her lips turned up in ridicule. “Young Master Mu, who are you to me? Why are you concerned with who I sleep with? Do you think that you can do whatever you want to others because you’re rich? You are just an aggressive, shameless and perverted a.s.shole! I don’t have to explain myself to you and I would never respect someone like you!”

If possible, Mu Sihan’s dark expression became even worse, as if there was now a layer of ice on him. He glared at her with violent deadly black eyes. “Woman, do you want to die?”

Nan Zhi met his gaze. A smile appeared on her face. However, the smile was exceptionally stinging in the eyes of others, especially when it was on her pale and thin face. “Young Master Mu, have you been lonely for too long? Or is it because you think I look like a woman that you used to like? I’d only met you for a few times, yet you keep clinging to me like a mad dog. What are you trying to do?”

She had already explained to him clearly that she did not mean to seduce him. Her att.i.tude that she did not want to have any contact with him was very clear.

Whenever she was in his dominating presence , she always felt restricted, like she wasn’t able to breathe. It made her uncomfortable and she hated it.

In the past few days of silence, she thought he had finally understood and let go of her. Who knew that he would come to her drunk and humiliate her tonight?!

What had she done wrong?

Mu Sihan’s chest battered hard against his chest when he heard her calling him mad dog.

Was he like a mad dog in pestering her?

Ha, ha!

“Woman, you’re really a b.i.t.c.h!” she was the one who kept trying to disa.s.sociate herself from him while making her son contact him.