He looked at Xue Murong with a serious expression, somewhat strange on his face, "Are you... serious?"
Xue Murong nodded vigorously, speaking earnestly, "Ah Qian, how could I joke with you about something like this?"
Only then did Yu Lingqian's handsome face darken.
He looked at her coldly, eyes filled with contempt, as if he were looking at an ant by the roadside: "Leave my most beloved woman for you, then stand here and beg you to come back... Miss Xue, where do you get your confidence from?"
Xue Murong's expression froze, "Wha-what?"
Yu Lingqian spoke coldly, "After I met Mu Anran, I never thought any other woman would be by my side, including you."
"Ah Qian—"
"Put away your pitiful pride, because it means nothing to me."
After hearing Yu Lingqian's words, Xue Murong was trembling with anger.
She didn't expect that after speaking to him so humbly, he would give her no face at all.
