Zhao Xuan sneered with self-mockery, "An Chong, all these years your flame has already driven me mad, burning me to my very core. Did you think that if you hid this woman's picture behind our family portrait, that I wouldn't know?"
"Do you really think I'm stupid? An Chong, I just don't understand. What's so good about that woman, that you're so infatuated with her, even after so many years, you're still carrying a torch for her? Tell me, what's so good about her that you prefer her over me?"
The color drained from An Chong's face as he suppressed the anger swirling within, "Zhao Xuan, I'll say this one more time, give back the photo, we'll pretend this never happened."
