In the living room of Lanjun Residence, Jiang Muwan furrowed her brow, staring at Song Sishen.
Then, she very slowly extended her hand to free her captured arm from his grasp.
Her cold gaze met Song Sishen's, "I'll say it one last time, every decision I make has its reasons, and if it's none of your business, don't interfere."
"Does your reasoning also include hurting Aunt Lan's feelings?"
"Have you gone mad? Returning to C City to mix up with those mongrels."
Song Sishen still couldn't understand Jiang Muwan, the person who was nearly destroyed by the Jiang Family in her youth. Shouldn't she avoid them like death in her adulthood?
Why would she do the exact opposite?
Did she think she had lived long enough?
"There's no turning back once the bow is drawn. I'm struggling every step of the way; I don't have the energy to discuss this with you," she said, and forcefully pushed away Song Sishen's arm.
