She had barely taken a step when she was yanked back.
Without further ado, he threw her onto the sofa and pressed down on her.
Completely trapping her in his arms, he looked at her with tangled brows and a complex expression, "Song Yan, are you being reasonable? You just told me you weren't jealous, but then you deliberately went to find another man?"
He had heard every word of the call Fu Bonian had made to her, heard it loud and clear.
She had gone to meet Fu Bonian after leaving the banquet.
Not knowing where her anger came from, Song Yan simply replied with three words, "I'm not."
Gu Chenxiao raised an eyebrow and said with parted lips, "So, you're admitting that you are jealous."
Song Yan wore a puzzled face.
You could never guess which part was the emphasis in a sentence from this man.
Every word he spoke was a trap, easy to fall into if not careful.
"I said I'm not jealous."