"You know it! You know how long I've looked for her! You know how much I like her! Why must you snatch her from me?! Aren't we good friends?!"
Fu Mingxuan, who was known for being a gentle and cultured man, had never raised his voice, yet it was as though he were another person as he roared at him without a care for his image.
"…"
Ji Ziming did not know how to respond to him.
Even if he was apathetic and cold in other's eyes, he was truly not heartless to those who treated him sincerely.
If it were someone else, he would likely turn around and leave. He would not stay here and listen to him speak.
"The amount of envy I have for you is equal to the amount of hate I have for you. Clearly, I saw her first, but you still snatched her away from me…"
Fu Mingxuan's eyes were dyed with sorrow and hurt, as well as a tinge of complex jealousy.
"Don't you already have Qiao Jingyun? Can you please return my girl to me?"
