Xirong Ziye looked coldly at Xiamu Qingyan. "I didn't do anything bad to you. Xiamu Qingyan, you went overboard."
"What are you talking about? I just love you!"
"You don't love me. You love yourself. You're selfish, and you care only about your own feelings. I don't want to waste time talking to you. Are you going to admit that you sent that woman to me?"
Seeing that disgusted look in Xirong Ziye's eyes, Xiamu Qingyan's gaze was filled with hate and lunacy. "Ha! So what if I admit it? Haha! Do you know how you fell for my trick last time? That woman resembled Bai Yaoyao too much! Haha! I just have to find someone who looks like her. Once you get drunk, you'll admit your mistake. Haha! What are you going to do? Don't you think that you've done Yaoyao wrong?"
Xiamu Qingyan laughed maniacally. If she couldn't have him, she wouldn't allow anyone else to have him either. She definitely wouldn't let Xirong Ziye feel happy too.
