Gong Beiyao felt Sheng Qianxia's body stiffen momentarily and frowned.
"You have no business with the scenery that belongs to others, no matter how beautiful it is." Gong Beiyao interjected coolly, facing Ling Muye. "Mr. Ling had better pay more attention to his own garden."
Sheng Qianxia bit her lip, staying calm.
But Ling Muye refused to give up. Staring at Sheng Qianxia, he said with a trembling voice, "I declared my breakup with Shu Fu in front of so many people — can't you see my sincerity? I did this all for you! To win you back! Qianxia! Forgive me! Please come back to me, will you?"
Gong Beiyao's complexion turned stormy, sensing the fine beads of sweat forming in Sheng Qianxia's palm, and suddenly gripped her hand tighter.
Sheng Qianxia felt her hand being crushed by Gong Beiyao.
She knew all too well how much Gong Beiyao hated others coveting what was his.
For Ling Muye to speak such words in front of him was practically suicidal.
