Gai Yu leaned against the sofa back, squinting drunkenly, and looked at him with extreme disdain.
That expression deeply angered Chen Ziming.
"Tell me, how am I worse than him, tell me!"
Gai Yu winced from the pain caused by his grip, raising her hand to push his palm away, "Let go of me!"
Fueled by alcohol and anger, Chen Ziming's emotions were a bit out of control. Grabbing Gai Yu's shoulders, he shouted furiously.
"Tell me clearly, exactly how am I worse than Mu Tianye, huh... tell me!"
"Let go!"
"Everyone says I'm not as good as him, how am I not as good as him?"
"You're not as good as him in any way!"
Chen Ziming, enraged, forcefully pushed her onto the sofa.
"Nonsense!"
In their struggle, one strap of Gai Yu's slip dress was pulled down her shoulder, revealing her shoulder and a stretch of fair skin.
