Whether Gu Chenxiao would beat her until she cried or not, she didn't know, but after she had spoken, she was on the verge of tears.
He had thrown her onto the couch, and just as she was about to dodge, the man's presence overwhelmed her completely, trapping her between Gu Chenxiao and the couch. She barely moved when he caught her and pressed her back down.
The man narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint shining within, "Miss Song, you've got quite the ambition, huh? Seven or eight husbands? With your delicate frame, can you handle it?"
Song Yan laughed at him and emphasized in a whiny, coquettish voice, "Someone like Mr. Gu, I definitely couldn't handle. That's why I wouldn't look for someone like you."
"Song Yan!"
The voice was gritted with anger, as if he wanted to grind her to pieces.
"I would advise you to consider your situation before you speak. Do you think it's appropriate to say these kinds of things right now?"
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