Su Ningyan finds what he's saying certainly unconvincing now, "Ye Tong has a slim waist and large breasts, isn't that your type? Weren't you planning to promote her? Zhuo Junyue, do you think I'm blind? I can't trust you anymore."
"Didn't you spend the night at Gu Moyang's house?"
This fact still sticks in the mind of the proud Young Master.
"Yes, I slept at his house, I do like talking to him, what's it to you?"
Hearing her say this, Zhuo Junyue grits his teeth in anger, "You little thing, stop throwing your tantrums at me!
Of course, Su Ningyan could tell that he was angry.
But does that mean he can just physically lash out at people impulsively? Does his anger justify his misunderstandings about her? Does he have the upper hand simply because he is angry?
"I will continue to throw tantrums. You, Young Master Zhuo, if you're unhappy then go away."
Zhuo Junyue grabs her shoulders, spins her around and tightly embraces her.
