"Jiang Jinchen, you're already married. Hasn't anyone told you that you should be loyal to your own wife?"
His aggressive attitude was driving Ning Yanan somewhat crazy.
"Is that what you care about?" Jiang Jinchen's eyes flashed as a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
His inexplicably good mood made Ning Yanan even more uneasy.
"I don't care about anything. I just find men who have been touched by other women disgusting. I don't have the habit of picking up someone else's castoffs."
The words "castoffs" were thrown back at him without a second thought.
Indeed, the next second, Jiang Jinchen's face turned dark.
"Are you saying I'm a 'castoff'?"
"Did I say something wrong?" Ning Yanan countered with a question instead of an answer.
Looking at Jiang Jinchen, her gaze suddenly became icy cold.
Before they got together, he was already a butterfly flitting through the flower field.
A connoisseur of countless women.