"Although he won't admit that he is Wen Shimo, we all know that he is Wen Shimo. Master, if you don't like him anymore, can you let me like him?"
Lei Shan's voice was full of caution and anticipation, making Qiao Ran afraid to turn around and look at her pure and fairy-like face.
She was afraid that if she saw Lei Shan's face, she wouldn't be able to resist agreeing.
Forced to this moment, she realized how painful it was to push that man toward another woman.
Yet that man, after lingering around her for a few days, disappeared from her world like a gust of wind.
Today in court, he didn't even spare her a glance—how could she persist in not giving him up to someone else?
He had never truly belonged to her, so what right did she have to decide who could like him?
"When did you start liking him? Why haven't I ever heard you mention it?" Qiao Ran gathered her courage, turned around, and faced Lei Shan with a calm gaze.