Jiang Yingjie's tone was filled with suppressed anger, his voice eerily dark and terrifying.
The other person was startled by his tone and only after realizing it, opened his mouth to ask, "Yingjie, are you angry? Or could it be that you really like Song Xi now? Oh, brother... If I had known this earlier, what was the point back then? You went chasing after Tan Shuya and left Song Xi there alone, and now you regret it, don't you? Honestly, this isn't the first time I've told you, Tan Shuya is really not simple. She isn't even a tenth of what Song Xi is. How could you drop a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed?"
Jiang Yingjie felt extremely irritated inside; the guy was babbling on endlessly, practically a chatterbox. Finally, his thin lips parted as he interrupted him, "If you say one more word of nonsense, I'll immediately call your uncle and aunt and tell them about you getting a girl pregnant and not taking responsibility... You should know that I'm the kind to do what I say."
