As Wang Qianjin listened to Yun Bixue's cold and infuriated words, he felt neither angry nor anxious. Instead, he slowly comforted, "Yun Bixue, you shouldn't be so angry at me nor suspect me. When have I ever hurt you before?"
"Wang Qianjin, cut the nonsense. You've already provoked me the moment you took my grandfather away."
As she spoke, she slammed her hand against the table beside her. Her palm turned red from the impact, and the items on the table shook too.
It created a loud noise, and even Wang Qianjin could hear it through the phone.
"It's not good for you to feel angry so easily."
Yun Bixue answered icily, "Wang Qianjin, you called me just to say all these? Just tell me what you want."
Wang Qianjin replied, "Yun Bixue, I might have my own ulterior motives in the past. However, after your grandfather is with me, I realized something. Therefore, I won't hurt anyone, including you and your grandfather. Remember what I just said."
