"Don't talk to me about love or not, I'm not into that," Mo Beiyan's nose was almost touching hers, his hand tightening on her shoulder, "Since you weren't dead, why wait until now to show up?"
"Xie Yanghua's people saved me, but he wouldn't let me come back," Su Qingtian bit her lip, "What could I do? Could I possibly fight him?"
"You didn't have a single chance to contact the outside world?" Mo Beiyan's eyes narrowed coldly, expression frosty, "Four years, even if he locked you up, wasn't there even one chance to escape?"
"Escape? What for?" Su Qingtian let out a cold laugh, "You married Xiao Ran, the Second Young Master is nowhere to be found; even if I got out, I'd be penniless and alone, should I go sell myself?"
"Now even you've learned to laugh coldly," Mo Beiyan's thin lips curled, he released her shoulder and straightened up, "Time is a terrible thing."
