"You want to touch my woman?"
Ji Ziming's eyes were cold as he looked at Gu Zhengrong with killing intent. He wished he could tear Gu Zhengrong apart right now. His eyes were like fire as he looked at Gu Zhengrong's hand that was grabbing Pei Ge's hand. His voice became even harsher. "Gu Zhengrong, if you don't want to become a cripple, quickly remove your hand. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I will do."
"Ji Ziming, don't think that she's yours just because you and Ge Ge have three children. She doesn't belong to you. Even if she doesn't belong to me, she can't only belong to you."
Gu Zhengrong refused to let go. In his dream, he clearly remembered the feeling of holding Pei Ge's arm. Only he knew why he had missed her for so long. To not let Pei Ge return to Ji Ziming, to make Tang Xiaoyu give up, and to let Ji Ziming understand that Pei Ge never belonged to anyone.
"Looks like you want to be a cripple."
