Chi Mu turned around, indifferent and with a slight curve to his lips, but only glanced at her briefly before withdrawing his gaze.
"Do you have the means to make me stay?"
Duan Xuewei's face turned even paler, but after a moment, she smiled coldly.
"I don't, so does she?"
Chi Mu's expression remained silent, his eyes as cold and indifferent as water, his straight figure exuding an unspeakable aloofness.
"Must you humiliate yourself?" He lifted his eyes, his elongated figure standing at the door, exuding nobility and coldness, his voice devoid of warmth and undisturbed, "She is different from you."
Duan Xuewei's face was indescribably unpleasant, her gaze toward him filled with obsession and stubbornness.
"So? Is that why you married her back then? What's the difference between her and me?"
Chi Mu turned, slightly tilting his head to look at her, his well-defined side profile exquisite but carrying a hint of cold sarcasm and sternness.
"She is more sensible than you."
