No matter how bitter he feels inside, Lu Qilin remains gentlemanly and refined: "Yanxi, I hope you reconsider. We can talk about this later, let me take you home first."
Tang Yanqi's gaze, clear as a diamond, looks at Lu Qilin. Since she doesn't love him, she shouldn't give him false hope. Losing this friend would be painful for Tang Yanqi, but hurting this friend would go against her principles.
"Senior, I'm married."
With a clang, the car key Lu Qilin picked up suddenly falls on the piano lacquered table, the harsh sound attracting some people's attention, the elegant and gentle expression on Lu Qilin's face completely dissipates, shattered as he looks at Tang Yanqi.
She's married?
How could she be married?
Knowing how Tang Yanqi is treated by the Tang Family, anger burns instantly in Lu Qilin's eyes. Ignoring his image, he grabs Tang Yanqi's shoulders: "Yanxi, is it because of the Tang Family? Did they force you into a marriage to stabilize their position?"
