"...I don't know!"
"What about the one who brought you back?"
"What do you want to do?" Lin Xinlan eyed him suspiciously.
Rong Shaoze gave a faint smile, "I don't want to do anything, I just need to make clear who you've been in contact with. Don't forget that you are now my wife and every word and deed of yours must take my face, my dignity, and my reputation into account!"
"His name is Yan Cheng, just an ordinary friend. There's nothing between us, go check if you don't believe me!" After that, Lin Xinlan pulled the quilt over her head and ignored him.
When she first met Rong Shaoze, she thought he was someone whose feelings were not outwardly shown, cold and reticent.
But now, she realized she had been wrong—this man was utterly mercurial in his moods.
No one could grasp or see through when he wasn't happy or why he was unhappy.
However, she had no interest in understanding his temper.
