Song Ling rubbed his fingers against his phone and seized a moment to speak, "I'm just..."
Zhou Ci interrupted him directly and said earnestly, "No matter the reason, you're going to marry Jiang Yue now. All your energy should be focused on Miss Jiang, otherwise, you're hurting both women."
Song Ling pursed his lips, gazing into the darkness of the night, his voice indifferent, "The libertine has begun to educate me now."
Zhou Ci lightly chuckled, "Though I may be a libertine, I still have basic morals. For example, when dating a woman, I won't go and provoke another. Alright, brother, I won't talk further about such a simple issue. You should be able to figure it out soon."
It was unclear how much time passed before Song Ling slowly came back to his senses. What Zhou Ci said was indeed right; he had been neglecting Yueyue too much lately, paying too much attention to Gu Dai.
