"No, you can't." Zuo Xingyun's thin lips parted, and a hint of madness flickered in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, "You were the one who provoked me first, you don't get to say it's over."
Xiang Wan's frame shook, and she almost lost her balance.
Zuo Xingyun instinctively reached out to support her, but at the moment he lifted his hand, he drew it back again.
"What on earth do you want?" Xiang Wan was almost in despair.
Zuo Xingyun did not answer; he just stared at her, the madness in his eyes gradually rising.
Thinking of Zuo Xingyun's once stated desire for Xiang Mansion, Xiang Wan's heart felt an unwilling loss, but now, to draw clear boundaries with him, she could only give it up, "Don't you want the Xiang Mansion? I'll give it to you. I'll move out immediately. I don't want anything else. I've regretted provoking you a long time ago, just consider all this, paying for my own mistakes. I created all this, I admit it!"
