Li Yannan's brow twitched heavily; his hand subconsciously clenched into a fist, and he spoke again, his voice even more hoarse and difficult, "What did you say?"
"I'm saying you know exactly what you're doing."
Jiang Tan gave a calm smile, her gaze utterly devoid of warmth, "You've chosen this moment to hand over this piece of evidence to me because you want me to reveal it to everyone at the wedding, don't you?"
Jiang Tan refilled the teacup before her, her movements elegant, as she watched Li Yannan without a trace of emotion and said, "I understand your intentions perfectly well."
Li Yannan had to admit that in front of Jiang Tan, he felt an inescapable sense of helplessness.
Indeed, he had thought so, and the idea was unmistakably sincere.
After all, it was much easier to leave the choice to Jiang Tan than to make it himself.
But having his thoughts so bluntly articulated by Jiang Tan, Li Yannan still found it unbearable.
