Yan Ting's words rendered Qing Lin speechless, his eyes filled with panic, and he shook his head, wanting to deny.
"Huo Qinglin, you better give up on her early. She will eventually become my wife. If I find out you still have even a hint of feelings for her, I won't spare you." Yan Ting warned with domineering authority.
Qing Lin's expression was dejected, his gaze vacant. Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I give up? She was my girlfriend from the beginning. You were the one who used unscrupulous means to take her away from me."
"Wrong, if we're talking early, I was earlier than you. You took advantage of the time when I went abroad to study to steal her away." Yan Ting replied with an unyielding cold smile.
Qing Lin's eyes widened: "Earlier than me... Could it be... she's the girl you used to draw every day in high school?"
Qing Lin knew that Yan Ting had a phase in high school where he loved to draw, and it was always the same girl.
