But he knows that it's just his superficial disguise!
His words, every single one, stabbed directly at his sore spot! This man, he simply wants to beat him to death!
Nangong Yaoling flings his hand away, forcefully throwing him back into the chair.
Shaochen steadies himself and adjusts his collar.
Picking up the wine bottle, he pours himself a drink, and he also pours a glass for Nangong Yaoling.
Nangong Yaoling's lips curl into a cold smile.
"Tell me, why did you get close to Xia Xiaonuan?"
"Because she..." Shaochen hesitates, unsure whether to tell him the truth—that she is the real Qiqi!
But in the next second, Nangong Yaoling confidently adds, "Because she's your tool for revenge against me, isn't she?"
"..." Shaochen is stunned.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Stop pretending! Because of Jiang Xue, you want to use Xia Xiaonuan to get back at me, isn't that right?"
Something flashes in Shaochen's eyes.
