"You sure know how to talk..."
Yu Tingting was just about to fly into a rage when Xie Qiyan gently pressed her hand under the table, signaling his beloved wife not to carry on.
"Why should I!" Yu Tingting couldn't care less. Her glimmering, water-like eyes glared at Xie Qiyan as she shook off his large hand.
She was about to continue speaking when, raising her gaze by chance, she caught sight of the crystalline shimmer in Gu Jingxin's pitch-black eyes beneath his drooping lashes.
A man who once commanded every summit, a CEO standing atop the clouds, an internationally renowned medical maestro—was actually crying...
Yu Tingting's mouth, already opened to speak, froze in place. Even if she and Shang Xixia were unwilling to admit it, there was no denying that the man before them was gravely wounded. Love cuts like a double-edged blade, and the pain it carves is never aimed at just one person.
