His tone remained unchanged, as gentle as before.
Each word he said was filled with concern, almost indistinguishable from the sweet whispers between lovers.
However, such gentleness sounded like sarcasm and mockery to Su Yan.
How ridiculous.
Clearly, there was nothing between them, no relationship at all, yet he acted like a loving partner doting on her.
"Gu Chaohan, since things have come to this, there's no need for you to continue pretending with insincere affection in front of me."
She was fed up with his feigned tenderness and no longer wanted to be compliant and passive in his presence.
Su Yan abruptly pulled the chair and stood up. Due to her sharp movements, she accidentally bumped into the bowl on the dining table.
The blue and white porcelain bowl was knocked to the ground, and with a "bang," it instantly shattered into countless pieces.
