Wen Yi's heart skipped a beat as she widened her eyes, "...Which of your eyes saw me feeling sorry for you?"
He smiled faintly, not hiding his smugness, "If you didn't feel sorry for me, you wouldn't have come back and lost such a temper, even throwing things."
"..."
"Oh, I smashed even more things when I last went to your office. Does that mean I feel even sorrier for Shen Yu?"
Mo Shichen's expression didn't change, "That was just anger."
"..."
Wen Yi was totally exasperated with him.
"You have nothing to be pitied for. Although utilitarianism outweighed familial affection during your upbringing, if a lofty Young Master like you still needs pity, then ordinary people might as well not bother living."
