"Hmph. Isn't that what you want?"
Li Xiaoran frowned, confusion flashing in his eyes. "How do you know my feelings for Qiao An?"
Li Zecheng looked away.
Li Xiaoran stared at him sharply.
In the end, Li Zecheng said faintly, "On our wedding night, you tried to kidnap my wife. Have you forgotten about this so quickly, Uncle?"
Li Xiaoran secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's because I was drunk." Li Xiaoran turned the tables. "However, that's not a reason for you to slander me in front of Qiao An, right? You said that I'm a player and my style is immoral. Li Zecheng, what are you thinking?"
Li Zecheng recalled the despicable methods he had used to slander Li Xiaoran in front of Qiao An. A hint of shame flashed across his eyes and he sneered to hide his guilt.
