In the main hall, Mu Tingxiao felt not the slightest interest in Fang Rou's words, but rather a growing sense of disgust.
"Fang Rou, the memory I most wish I could erase is ever having met you."
Gazing at his ice-cold expression, Fang Rou gripped her red wine glass tightly with her right hand, gritting her teeth as she demanded, "Why? Mu Tingxiao, you have never given me an explanation."
Chapter 50