Tang Yuyan glanced at him and stood up from the sofa, "What can I do, if not deal with the romantic debts you've incurred."
As she said this, her heart ached.
Nangong Mingchuan stood up, facing his wife's reproach, he felt guilty too.
"Yes, it's my fault, I shouldn't have taken Chen Lan for you."
Tang Yuyan gave him a look, "That's not necessarily true, didn't you say that you were drugged by her at the time? Who knows if you saw her as me, or if you just couldn't control yourself because of the drug, so any woman could—"
"Yuyan!"
He interrupted her.
Staring at her, "If you regain your memory and recall everything we've been through together, you would know whether it was because of the drug or if I mistook Chen Lan for you that day."
Back then, there were countless women who wanted to climb into his bed, and even more who tried to drug him, but when had he ever lost control?
