"I... I didn't steal her. Jiaojiao was my fiancée to begin with," Song Zijin said, his scalp prickling with fear.
"Your fiancée? Fine, I stole her. But I've been married to Jiaojiao for a long time now, so what?
You were the one who wasn't satisfied with what you had, which gave me my chance. Now you want to come crawling back? Not a chance. Get lost."
Su Shuochi's tone was flat as he spoke, but every word seemed to be ground out between his teeth.
Song Zijin: …'Wow, he actually makes a good point!'
Su Shuochi's words were enough to leave Gu Jiaojiao stunned for a century!
She had been sick with anger at Song Zijin's words, but hearing Su Shuochi's domineering response made her feel much better.
'Oh my god! This man has such a way with words! He's amazing! It's true what they say—when you truly care, you don't need to be taught what to do.'
Song Zijin looked at the man before him, who managed to seem tall and imposing even while sitting in a wheelchair.
