Han Luoli's voice was calm and waveless, but very cold. In the mild May weather, he doused Su Jiaxuan with a splash of cold water.
"My woman doesn't need someone else to explain for her." That heartless and icy reminder told him of his place.
Su Jiaxuan was extremely embarrassed, his face pale and frowning tightly, a sign of dissatisfaction with this arrogant and petty man. His fists, hidden under his shirt, clenched until his knuckles turned white.
He simply stood there, under high pressure, unafraid to meet Han Luoli's gaze.
"Since you admit she's your woman, you should trust her." Clearly, Xiao Er trusted him so much, she spoke well of him, but if this man got angry at Xiao Er over such a trivial matter, he absolutely wouldn't stand for it.
