"So?" Ning Zihuan raised his eyebrows in response.
Ye Xiaoxiao curved her lips, the smile appearing extremely pale and eerie. She sat down on the opposite sofa, revealing deep and shallow scars on her arm as she bent over, imprinted on her bone-thin arms, extremely horrifying.
This woman self-harms.
Ye Xiaoxiao tugged her sleeve nonchalantly, covering the scars, and said with a smile: "Watching the woman you like about to get engaged to another man, that feeling must be unpleasant, right?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ning Zihuan sneered.
"I won't beat around the bush, be a man and take her back, make her completely yours, otherwise, your renowned name as Third Young Master Ning will be nothing but a laughingstock."
Ning Zihuan squinted his eyes, sneering, "Do you think I'm stupid? Being used by you for nothing."
