Jian Liangtong lifted her chin, eyes bright with confusion and a hint of grievance, "Why should I listen to you? Who are you to me?"
Huo Shaojun clenched his fists slightly, staring at her intently.
Jian Liangtong sniffed lightly, "I'm twenty-six years old now, I don't think I lack the freedom to choose my own friends. And even if Sirou is not good, what does my being friends with her have to do with you, Huo Tianwang? My friendship with Sirou hasn't affected you, has it?"
Huo Shaojun's cold eyes suddenly turned icy, the veins at his temples faintly throbbing, his thin lips straightened, "Continue."
Fine, I'll talk!
Jian Liangtong straightened her spine, determined to take a risk this once!
"No matter how you look at our relationship, don't you think your request is too much? Aren't you being too controlling? And also..."
