"What exactly is your relationship with Gu Zhicheng?"
Zuo Xiangning blinked in confusion upon hearing the question above her head, "Why do you keep mentioning him to me? I have no relationship with him!"
"You'd walk hand in hand in public if there was nothing between you?" the man snorted coldly.
"When have I ever walked hand in hand with him?" Zuo Xiangning turned to look up at him, "Where did you hear such rumors?"
Lingxiao had always been a man who believed seeing was believing, and he had little patience for deception.
But he had already made up his mind that this woman in front of him, whether as a wife or a concubine, was destined to be his and his alone.
No one would snatch away a woman belonging to Lingxiao.
Lingxiao glanced at the woman's bright eyes, his lips pressed tightly together, and he urged his horse forward with a tight grip on the reins, galloping toward the lights.
