Leng Youchen laughed sarcastically, without a hint of disdain, still saying the same words, "If she had been willing to marry you, then when I 'died' five years ago, you would have already succeeded."
Gong Ting felt a chill in his heart.
"Since even with me 'dead,' you couldn't win her heart, do you think you'll have a chance now that I've returned?" His words were extremely arrogant, even though he had amnesia, his hostility towards Gong Ting was still so obvious.
He could pretend to be harmless in front of Wei Anning, but there was no need to pretend in front of Gong Ting.
This person was his rival in love; being polite to a rival in love is being cruel to himself.
Gong Ting stared at him sharply; the man before him was bold and arrogant, completely different from the immature boy of five years ago, and wouldn't immediately take a helicopter to bring Wei Anning home just because of a casual remark.
