Jian Xi's lip twitched. "President Song, you certainly have an overactive imagination. If I possessed so many exceptional skills, I wouldn't have been bullied to the point of being chased to Q Country right after my postpartum confinement, only to be lectured by you here and now, apparently, to be taught some manners."
Song Xicheng, feeling the sting of her sarcasm and slightly embarrassed, touched his nose.
"I'm the victim; I was hit first."
"So, your threats? I'll take them all."
Jian Xi looked at him. "If you're only here to gossip, then I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to entertain you."
For the first time in his life, Song Xicheng was being shown the door.
He walked to the door, then turned back. "Jian Xi, Si Yuhuan is actually quite pitiful. You should try to truly understand him."
"Pitiful people often have detestable aspects."
Jian Xi enunciated each word clearly.
Song Xicheng clenched his fists and strode out.
