Ningwan raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Isn't it good for me to be magnanimous? Or do you want me to be petty, crying, making a fuss, and threatening to hang myself?"
"So, you're not angry at all that I brought Liu Shiyan back?" Zhan Hanjue stood up and walked towards her.
Ningwan sneered, "Why would I be angry? It's none of my business who's eating, doesn't affect me."
"Really, my wife is so generous, it truly moves me." Zhan Hanjue walked up to her, suddenly reached out, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her forward forcefully, pressing them tightly together.
Ningwan's expression changed, a touch of panic flashed in her eyes.
She struggled, "Let go of me."
Zhan Hanjue's arm was like a barrier of steel, impossible to break free.
"Why rush? Let me take a good look at you," Zhan Hanjue said leisurely.
"What are you looking at? Go look at your Miss Liu," Ningwan angrily struggled.
"She's had enough of a look, today I haven't taken a good look at you yet."
