As soon as Jiang Tian said those words, she regretted it because in the next second, Lu Xingshen, provoked, reached out and grasped her throat.
"Shut up!" Lu Xingshen's face was like it was covered by frost, devoid of any expression, just coldness that seeped to the bone.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, woman's fearful demeanor reflected in his pupils,
"What kind of thing are you, to have the authority to manage me?"
Jiang Tian's legs weakened against the wall behind her. Initially, she was afraid, but feeling the hand on her neck had no intention to harm her, she slowly said,
"We're already married, you can't act like this."
Lu Xingshen chewed on his words as he spoke, "If not for you, this malicious woman, shamelessly climbing onto my bed and forcing me to marry you, would I even have the qualification to stand before her and speak now?"
Who this "her" referred to was clear in both their hearts.
