Yu Jingchen frowned with a smile. "If I fall apart, where will your future happiness come from?"
"Yu Jingchen, my happiness is none of your concern. In the future, my happiness doesn't need to come from you." She laughed so carefree it could infuriate someone to death.
The veins on Yu Jingchen's temples throbbed twice. How dare this woman talk to him like that? "Do you think you can just casually find a man to give you happiness?"
An Ning raised her eyebrows. "That's right, unless I don't want to. If I want, I can have as many men as I want."
"You're that certain." He accidentally tugged at something painful, and his face grew even more gloomy.
