Looking at Zhang Ziwen with a pained expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to put it into words, Tang Ying could feel that he had already crossed the line. She was annoyed inside, yet her voice was cold and indifferent as she said, "What? Don't have anything to say to me?"
"I... with both of them... we already have..." Zhang Ziwen spoke unclearly, struggling for words. In front of the beautiful Tang Ying, this man felt a heavy burden of responsibility after the fact, as he had already seen the chilling ice in Tang Ying's beautiful eyes.
"Already... what?" Tang Ying's pretty face turned cold. She was very angry. Although the man's words were muddled, the meaning was clear. But she still did not want to believe it was true. She needed confirmation, "...you're saying... with Song Lin and Xiao Yun, you've already... that?" Tang Ying didn't even know how to phrase it, for even with her high composure, there were simply things she couldn't spell out.
