C123 The President's Not Leaving

Mo Yov's spine. Her back was in his arms and her hand was on his hand. From the edge of the shiny, mirror-like smoke pipe, she saw his cold expression, furrowed brows, and the fleeting remorse and chagrin at the corners of his eyes. She could not help but smile in her heart.

Under this man's anger, his words were always insincere.

"In the past, third aunt was also kind and honest