Han Chengchi's voice sounded a bit tense: "Shi'er is being forced into marriage by the Sheng Family? And you want to be his mistress?"
Gu Lanshan remained silent.
Han Chengchi held Gu Lanshan's slender wrist, tightened and then loosened, then tightened again. His eyes were fixed on her all along, with a hint of anger flashing in the depths of his eyebrows.
Back when he talked to her, she shouted resolutely at him that if she couldn't marry Sheng Shi, she would be his mistress. She would wait, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, someday, she would wait until she could grow old with Sheng Shi.
But he never thought that her words back then would turn out to be true.
He didn't know what he was angry about now.
Yet he truly felt as if a flame of anger was restrained within his chest.
"Lanshan, is what you just said true?"
