Wu Shuang raised an eyebrow lazily leaning against her own sofa with deep purple eyes focused. "If crying, throwing a fit, and hanging oneself could work, I would have already done it long ago. There...was entirely different from when he recognized Avril.He admired Avril but didn't feel such passionate emotions for her. Only Gu Babao could give him these feelings. Looking at her, Mo Chen couldn’t he...