95 The Last Lunch

Su Yuan was in the same situation. Mo Ting glanced at Su Yuan's dress and noticed that the part where they were pressed together was wrinkled. He had deliberately pressed down on her. He was in an extremely good mood. He would never allow his woman to wear clothes that were given to her by others. Especially if it was a gift from a wild man, he not only wanted to crumple it but also tear it apart, until it could not be worn!

"Stop bullshitting. I'll compensate you with a new one." Mo Ting grabbed onto Su Yuan's hand that was tugging at her clothes.

"Don't touch me!" Su Yuan angrily shook off Mo Ting's hand.

"She gave it to you? You're dressed so beautifully?" Fu Wen's teeth ached when he heard such a sour sentence.