Anran really wished she could just strangle the man in front of her, but thinking that Chong Ming was watching from the car, she didn't want to appear too intense.
Besides, she didn't want to argue with him anymore; they had fought too often, and she was truly exhausted.
Gritting her teeth, she said, "If you want to do something, come at me, don't take it out on others."
"Is he someone else? To me, anyone close to you is not a stranger."
Duan Xingzhou glanced into the car, meeting Chong Ming's eyes briefly, then smirked and shifted his gaze back to Anran.
He reached out to brush her cheek and admired, "So beautiful. You've never dressed up like this in front of me before, yet today you go to such lengths for another man. How can I not be angry?"
Anran flinched slightly, avoiding his touch that was as ambiguous as a caress, "I don't want to waste words with you anymore. There's no time. I'm leaving. Stay here if you like."
