The King's Enchanting

Only Mo Siyu, this bastard, clearly had her for the first time, and even knew she hadn’t been with another man since, yet he could still lie through his teeth and say she used her body to get ahead, making her so angry her heart ached!

But she really didn’t want to say anything more to them. This kind of man, both unscrupulous and unfaithful, thought one or two sentences could hurt her? Did he want to see her embarrassed by just a couple of his words?

She was determined not to let him have his way!

Taking a deep breath, her tightly clenched fists suddenly relaxed, and after a moment, she adjusted her posture, simply sneered, looking at the two embracing tightly, her smile exceptionally bright: "Yes, how could I compare to Anchor Li? I don’t have the skills of Anchor Li, although I’ve found few men each time, every time it’s just right. Always able to give you the greatest help when you need it most."

This remark made Li Xinxin’s face change drastically! Her powdered face was filled with anger, her willow brows sharply raised, using a sharp tone she would never use in her usual broadcasting voice said: "Zhao Ziyin, who are you talking about? Do you think we don’t know who you really are? I tell you, don’t think making up rumors will make Young Master Mo take you back!"

They had just cornered her so much, yet Zhao Ziyin didn’t lose composure, but now, with just a couple of her words, Li Xinxin was furious. Zhao Ziyin instead was all smiles, "Yes, yes, how could I match up to Young Master Mo?"

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glanced at the Mo Siyu beside her, a smile lightly crossing her face, inadvertently exuding charm.

"Indeed, Anchor Li is certainly a perfect match for Young Master Mo! Look at the fireworks, the cake, and those roses from that day, tsk tsk..." She smiled, her red lips slightly curved, the smile was simply enchanting, "Not only that, even their histories match so perfectly! Young Master Mo’s women must be at least a few hundred if not a thousand, definitely a match for our great Anchor Li!"

"Zhao, Ziyin!" Li Xinxin’s voice even changed, furious to the extreme, realizing she was no match for the sharp-tongued Zhao Ziyin, she immediately turned to seek Mo Siyu’s help, "Young Master Mo, Zhao Ziyin is deliberately slandering you! She..."

When Li Xinxin turned to look, Mo Siyu’s expression was actually quite grave, neither angry nor furious, rather — it seemed thoughtful.

However, Zhao Ziyin couldn’t be bothered to say anything more to this couple. She smiled slightly, "Great Anchor Li, Young Master Mo, a humble person like me won’t continue chatting with you,"—oh, no, "a match made in heaven. I have to get up early to broadcast tomorrow, so goodbye!"

Waving her hand, she walked away gracefully in her high heels, soon disappearing into the deep night.

"Young Master Mo, this woman spoke to you like that, you mustn’t let her get away easily! Young Master Mo, Young Master Mo?" Li Xinxin called out several times, and only then did she see that Mo Siyu’s gaze had never left Zhao Ziyin’s departing figure.

How could Li Xinxin not know that Mo Siyu had been crazily pursuing Zhao Ziyin. However, recently he hadn’t continued his pursuit of her. Instead, he turned and found her.

Of course, she had heard of Mo Siyu’s "thousand conquests" reputation, but she didn’t care.