C32 Impulse Is the Devil!

Mo Wanxi's anger grew with each passing thought, her body quivering slightly with fury.

Ho Yucheng sat beside her, legs crossed, and a flicker of sympathy crossed his eyes as he observed her. "What's your plan now?" he asked.

"I don't know!" Mo Wanxi's hands flew to her face, which was etched with despair and rage