Jian Yufei's brows furrowed deeper, "I don't think I have an obligation to tell you any of this."
Suddenly her chin was grabbed, and Ruan Tianling turned her face towards him. She saw a profound gloom in his eyes.
"Speak up, what were you doing for the past half a month!"
Jian Yufei had no idea what he was going on about. She forcefully pulled his hand away, her face cold: "What's it to you! What I do has nothing to do with you. Who are you to me? Why should I tell you anything!"
"I am your man!" Ruan Tianling declared domineeringly, as if pronouncing, 'I am your master', in an insufferably arrogant manner.
Jian Yufei gave him a cold smile, pressed her lips together, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
The driver, sensing the tense atmosphere, had already pulled up the partition.
