Chapter 83

C83 – I’m Not Angry

“So, it was all a coincidence?”

While Huangfu Shao found this hard to believe, he recognized that Mu Sifa had no motivation to deceive him.

“Maybe destiny is playing games with me!”

Binding me to my adversary’s son? Could it be that fate is attempting to hinder my ambitions? Is that why they sent Shang Xiaojie, that young troublemaker, into my life?

Mu Sifa forced a bitter smile. He was already perplexed, unsure whether he truly desired Shang Xiaojie or if it was merely the Shang family’s necessity.

Huangfu Shao furrowed his brow. Even he was uncertain about how to navigate the current circumstances.

“If you still believe it’s my fault, then go ahead and throw a few punches! I won’t resist,” Mu Sifa offered.

Huangfu Shao felt a little uncomfortable, “Do you have the power to fight back? In any case, it was your fault. What were you thinking about when it came to sexually assaulting a child?”

Huangfu Shao could not forget this matter. Maybe it was because Shang Xiaojie was the same age as Huangfu Qiao that he felt a sense of substitution.

Before he became good friends with Shang Xiaojie, Huangfu Qiao had a very good friend, but the other party used him everywhere as a convenience, causing him to almost get raped.

“What is it?” His voice was so icy it could cut through steel.

Anticipating a staff member’s call, Mu Sifa wasted no time with formalities.

Shang Xiaojie was taken aback. Was Mu Sifa angry? His tone sounded rather sour.

“Are you deaf? Say something.” Unable to hear a response, Mu Sifa grew impatient and snapped.

Shang Xiaojie was once again frightened, his body tensing up. After a moment, he replied with a hint of trepidation, “Mu, Mu Sifa, it’s me.”

Hearing Shang Xiaojie’s voice tinged with fear, Mu Sifa’s expression froze. Then, he struck the table and muttered to himself, his words unclear, as if he were cursing himself.

“Are, are you upset, or did I disturb your work?”

At the same time, he adopted a cautious approach, refraining from making noise or even breathing too loudly.

“I’m sorry; I’ll hang up now.” His voice quivered slightly, suggesting he might be frightened or hurt.

Mu Sifa’s heart felt constricted, as if the anger in his chest were on the verge of erupting, but he managed to suppress it.

Finally, he sighed, his brow furrowing. “I’m not angry. Come over to my place.” His voice softened.