Qu Guo'an lifted his head and twisted the pen in his hand. "Then why did you look so dark just now, scaring your wife so much that she looked like a pitiful little white rabbit? Don't you feel sorry for her?"
"I do feel sorry."
"You feel sorry, and you can still be that harsh?" Qu didn't understand.
Tang Zelin took another drink of water and said indifferently, "It was for show."
"For that Shen Han?" Qu was confused.
"You're a bachelor who's never been in love; even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
"Damn, you're getting too cocky, aren't you?" Qu grabbed a towel from the table and threw it at him.
Tang Zelin dodged the towel, which fell to the ground. He put down his teacup, bent down to pick up the towel, tossed it on the table, then picked up his water cup again.
"Shen Han means something different to Su Shu."
"Facing such a strong opponent, are you scared?"
The corners of someone's mouth curled up with pride, "Do you think I, Tang Zelin, would be scared?"