Caught in the act, the evidence was irrefutable; even if he had a thousand or ten thousand grievances, there was nowhere to voice them.
As the olden memories entered his mind, Yi Shaotian felt a hitch in his throat and, looking towards Xing Wan who had already reached the doorway, he nearly spat out the words through clenched teeth.
"How would you like to taste that medicine, huh? Perhaps also find a few men for you, then—"
At that point, his words abruptly stopped.
Like a curse ringing in her ears, Xing Wan abruptly halted, her legs involuntarily weakening.
In disbelief, she turned around, her gaze falling upon the man in front of her, whose face suddenly revealed an unnaturally cheerful smile.
This man she loved so deeply, who had shamelessly pursued others, saying he would find men for her?
The air, it solidified.
She was both ashamed and furious, trembling all over like fallen leaves, biting her lower lip tightly.