"Suffer a loss?"
Han Yang paused for a moment.
The Yun Qian he remembered was not like this.
She had become more mature and attractive after not seeing her for seven years, but it seemed like her temperament had also changed.
"Yun Qian, you know my temperament. If I can't get something, it's probably hard for others to get it too."
Han Yang's statement was a veiled provocation to Chen Feng.
"Just by your ability?"
Yun Qian scoffed.
She knew of Chen Feng's power.
Compared with Chen Feng, Han Yang would be crushed to bits in every regard.
Chen Feng had also finally decided not to delay any further.
"Mr. Han, the past is in the past. If you're smart, you'd know your place and stop bothering Yun Qian, saving some face for both of us."
Chen Feng spoke calmly.
"What do you mean by saving face?" Han Yang sneered. "When I was living with her day and night, you, a pretty boy, were nothing..."
