Xinyi slowly lifted her gaze and it met Zhiyuan's eyes that shot daggers at Huang Rong.
"Tell me. Were you there all those times when Xinyi had done nothing but shower love at Siying? And now you are shamelessly raking up a thing of the past when it has got nothing to do with you?"
Huang Rong said nothing.
"What do you know about Xinyi that made you open your fucking mouth!?"
His roaring voice loudly reverberated in the room as he banged his fist on the table. Yan Jian and the gang helplessly glanced at each other. The mood had taken a turn for the worse.
Huang Rong smiled. "I at least know that Xinyi used to like Fuhua back in college."
Silence.
Qin Fuhua's jaw dropped wide open. "Rong!"
Xinyi froze. She looked at her aghast and so did Caihong.
She remembered how Xinyi had said that she had lied about having a crush on Qin Fuhua because she wanted to hide her feelings for Zhiyuan.
Caihong anxiously glanced at Xinyi.
