Who would have thought that Su Ge wouldn't say anything, instead forcefully brushing off the hand he had on her shoulder.
The man glanced at the hand the little woman had pushed away, his face darkening even more.
"In your heart, am I as important as Shen Zhiyue?"
The little woman lifted her face, disappointment all over the twinkling, starry brightness of her eyes.
The man seemed to freeze for a moment.
Then, with furrowed brows, his voice turned extremely cold, "Su Xiaoge, what kind of question is that?"
