The two didn't even look for a café and just stood beside the car.
Lu Jianshen lit a cigarette, leaning lazily against the car, and amidst the hazy smoke, he spoke first, "You speak first!"
It was a brief three-word sentence, but his presence was undoubtedly commanding.
If it had been someone else, they surely would have been intimidated by his aura, but to Zhou Xiannan, such things were far from fearful.
"Nan Xi and I are just friends," Zhou Xiannan said.
Hearing this, Lu Jianshen suddenly laughed.
That laughter was cold, chilling like frost.
"As a man, do you think I would believe you?"
As if expecting this response, Zhou Xiannan wasn't angered and continued, "You can suspect me, after all, we have no relationship, but you shouldn't doubt Nan Xi. She is your wife, and as her husband, what you should do is to cherish and protect her."
He paused, and suddenly, Zhou Xiannan's gentle gaze turned sharp, "Not to suspect and hurt her."
