Yun Jianchen frowned and glared at her, "Don't talk nonsense. Stop messing around."
"I'm not talking nonsense, and I'm not messing around either. Yun Jianchen, if you like Yuan Xiaobai and want to be with Yuan Xiaobai, just tell me, and I'll step aside to bless you both," Song Huanyan said.
She, Song Huanyan, could take it or leave it, get married or get divorced.
A three-legged rooster might be hard to find, but were two-legged men hard to find?
She, Song Huanyan, didn't want a man whose heart belonged to another woman.
The look on Yun Jianchen's face changed abruptly, and he glared at Song Huanyan with a sullen expression: "Song Huanyan, listen well, if I really had feelings for Yuan Xiaobai, you wouldn't even be in the running for the position of young madam of Ni Group."
Song Huanyan curled her lip: "You say that as if I'm eager to fill that position."
It was clearly Yun Jianchen who had trapped her.
