"Yang Minhan!" The rage in Qiao Tian's voice was as intense as the hurt he felt.
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Su Yan, seriously injured, could barely move and required Bai Xue to feed him even the smallest bite or sip.
Seeing Su Yan enjoying the attention, Qiao Tian simmered with frustration.
What a cruel world! What an unfair world!
How did the one who couldn't win a shred of love end up with a wife and child by his side, while he, the scum of the earth, was left unloved?
His heart was overwhelmed with distress.
His ego was shattered!
"Why wear a face like you've been fed shit?" Su Yan shot him a sidelong glance. Had he offended him? Why was he looking at him like this?
What had he done to earn such scorn?
"You're my shit," Qiao Tian retorted.
"Don't flatter yourself. Yang Minhan is your shit, not mine. I've nothing to do with you." Even as Su Yan lay there incapacitated, he was no fool.
He knew that Qiao Tian had taken offense at Yang Minhan, thus his crude remarks.