"You damn gambler, you'd better mind your own business!"
Shen Cheng's eyes flashed with unfriendly light, her delicate face shrouded in a chill.
Some things, does he really have the nerve to bring up?
Four years ago—
If it wasn't for him getting drunk and causing a scene at someone else's house, would that fur coat-wearing socialite have shown up at her door, flinging a wad of cash in her face? Telling her to take the money and get lost!
If it wasn't for him creating that opportunity on a whim, would that socialite have poured ice water on her from upstairs?
If it wasn't for him pushing her towards Mu Bai, would the socialite have called her a country bumpkin, shameless tart, and sly vixen in front of everyone?
Shen Cheng's gaze grew sharper, and Shen Zhongming could tell at a glance that this was a sign of an impending outburst.
"Alright, alright, I'll stay out of it, I won't meddle in anything!"