Quarmy closed the door, grabbed Monica's hand and took her to a room next door.
"Why are you looking for me?" He let go of Monica's hand and asked in a cold voice.
"Did you cause Summer's trouble?" Monica glared at him.
Quarmy ignored Monica's hostility. He casually sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, took out his cigarette and lit it up. "Summer's trouble is her own fault. She can't blame anyone else."
Quarmy could smoke? Monica was a little surprised. She used to say that she hated the smell of cigarettes from men. Quarmy also said that he was not interested in smoking. But now looking at his skilled posture and the smoke ring from his mouth, Monica found that she knew too little about this man.
"Quarmy, you can come at me. What's the point of making things difficult for Summer?"
"Miss Mo, why should I come after you?" He asked with his cold eyes. "I, Quarmy, am clear about grievances. Summer, who had studied abroad, can't even control what she said. I just want her to control herself."
"How can you be so cold- blooded?" Monica controlled her trembling hands because of anger. "If it's because of Summer's wrong words, I'll apologize for her." "You apologize?" Quarmy looked at her playfully with a cold look in his eyes. She could apologize to him for an outsider, but she couldn't be tolerant for his mother. If she wasn't so aggressive at that time and was willing to bow to his mother who was equally tough, everything would not be like this.
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