Mo Qiansu glared at him again, "Gu Xuanye, place your hand on your heart and tell me, is Wu Yao Yiyi's fate? Or is he her calamity?"
Gu Xuanye cooperated, seriously placing his hand on his heart, and declared earnestly with two words, "Fate."
Mo Qiansu, with clenched fists, punched him in the heart, "You're just lying with eyes wide open! From what I can see, Wu Yao is clearly Yiyi's calamity!"
She exclaimed in anger, "No matter how deep the brotherhood between you and him, or how righteous Wu Yao may be amongst friends. In my eyes, in matters of love, Wu Yao is nothing but an irresponsible jerk! Yiyi being with him will only get hurt!"
"No, I must drive Wu Yao away!"
Gu Xuanye looked at his woman who was set on rescuing her best friend, her face brimming with righteous indignation, and couldn't help but laugh.
He once again pulled the struggling Mo Qiansu into his embrace, "Susu, calm down."
