Lu Jihan squinted his amber eyes, as if the scene of Song Yinyin and Yan Kejun twirling and dancing at Jin Zun No. 1 appeared before him...
Suddenly, a burning jealousy surged within him.
He gripped her fair wrist tightly, exerting considerable force, "And what about you? What did you and Yan Kejun come to A City for?"
Lu Jihan's complexion was as dark as storm clouds gathering before a storm, his thin lips pressed into a fine line, his clenched teeth grinding audibly.
Then, from his thin and attractive lips, a cold sentence slipped out:
"Ha! I just went on a business trip, and you ran off to have a rendezvous with him? Song Yinyin, is this your true face?!"
At his baseless accusations, Song Yinyin flushed with anger.
"When did I? When did I have a rendezvous with him? Lu Jihan, you're talking nonsense!"
"I'm falsely accusing you? Just now, weren't you and Yan Kejun cuddling, chatting and laughing together, even dancing a tango? Humph, do you take me for blind!"
