"Just because you met me before he did?"
"It has nothing to do with that."
"Then tell me... What does it have to do with?" Li Zishen's gaze shifted, the tone of his voice suddenly grew more forceful, "Speak, tell me."
"There is no reason, not loving just means not loving!"
"You still have feelings for me in your heart."
"Stop deceiving yourself!"
Leng Lingxiao sat in the car, watched all this unfold through the window, a turmoil already raging in his heart. The reason he hadn't taken action was that he believed his Little Wife could handle things well.
However, at this moment, he could no longer control the hostility he felt toward Li Zishen.
He flung open the car door and strode over.
The night wind lifted his sapphire-blue striped tie; Leng Lingxiao's eyes were cold and resolute, as if they could penetrate everything and reach straight into Li Zishen's heart.
He walked up to Tang Xiaowan, gave her a gentle look, and then turned to Li Zishen.
