Gong Shirao looked at him with a pale face, "What did you say?"
Zhan Nanjue said, "I asked how your business could be relevant to me, does it have to be after we've slept together?"
Gong Shirao, filled with shame and anger, slapped him.
Just now, she almost rejected Ji Chiming because of him. For him, she had already rejected Ji Chiming for nine years.
But what about him?
"Even if I had to sleep with someone, it wouldn't be with a bastard like you who is fickle in love!"
"Then who do you want to be with? Ji Chiming?" Zhan Nanjue grabbed her wrist and sternly questioned her.
Gong Shirao's pupils suddenly contracted, "So what if I do?"
"Gong Shirao!"
Her wrist hurt from his grip.
"You're hurting her, let go." Ji Chiming removed Zhan Nanjue's hand from her wrist, pulling Gong Shirao to shield her behind him.
