Jian Yanyan didn't know what was wrong with her, suddenly blurting out those words. Anyway, as long as she thought about Su Junhao possibly treating other women the same way, her heart twisted with jealousy.
Listening to her, Su Junhao furrowed his brows, fiercely flung her foot aside, and stood up straight, "Jian Yanyan, what kind of person do you take me, Su Junhao, for?"
He was full of anger too. As the prestigious Su of Jiang City, when had he ever stooped so low? Not only squatting in front of her to check her foot but also fighting alongside her against a group of thugs. Normally, with just one phone call, those people would have been thrown into prison, never to see the light of day.
Now, wasn't he doing this to cooperate with her, to move her, taking matters into his own hands to teach those people a lesson?
His actions were somewhat sudden, catching Jian Yanyan off guard. As her foot hit the ground with a thud, she cried out in pain, "Ah—, hiss."
