Su Zhinian's declaration was like a land mine, blowing the minds of everyone present into smithereens.
Even Song Qingchun, who had been staring at Tang Nuan, only managed to move her head around to look at Su Zhinian after a long time. His perfect features were calm and emotionless like the surface of a frozen lake. There was a hint of iciness at the bottom of his eyes, but just beneath the surface seemed to be a deep store of wrath just waiting to explode from his body.
She dreaded this side of Su Zhinian, but for some reason, at that moment, she felt greatly comforted seeing this Su Zhinian.
It was comfort that was inexplicable, one that she had found within her simply because he was there.
After a long time, someone finally recovered enough to ask cautiously, "Mr. Su, the words that you've said just now, are those the words Tang Nuan told Song Qingchun?"
