An Yuan helped him get revenge, while Mo Zichen used her to seize his family’s fortune. They owed each other nothing. But one day, he regretted it. “Mo Zichen, it’s there in black and white. Want to take it back? Too late!” The man shamelessly replied, “You belong to me. I’m the only one allowed to touch you. No one else can lay a finger on you, not even a single strand of your hair.” An Yuan rolled her eyes. “Fine. Then you can cut my hair from now on.”
