"Who told you that?"
Yang Cheng's brows scrunched together. "Nobody told me that. It's the truth."
"That's bullshit, not the truth," Mingshen yawned. "No wonder you were so harping about my relationship with that crazy CEO. Your real intention was to give her back the Yang name that in your eyes, already belonged to her. I don't appreciate being treated as a sacrifice for that."
"I never forced you to have a relationship with her. It was just a thought."
"A very self-serving one. It was your best friend's idea to switch in the first place, not like you had him at a gunpoint. So much drama over pointless stuff."
Switching on the kitchen lights, Yang Cheng took out a milk carton from the refrigerator and poured some in a container. The gas flame lit up, casting a small net of warmth in the chilly air.
On the other hand, Mingshen had a very important decision to make.
Munch on a carrot or cucumber?
