"You're looking to die!"
Rong Lan nonchalantly shook his head:
"People always have something they want to pursue. I lost mine, now I want to make up for it."
Lu Qing sneered at him: "You're quite the romantic. Why don't you clear up your own mess first? The Fang Family's young lady is still waiting for you."
Qin Miaomiao asked suspiciously:
"Who's the Fang Family's young lady?"
"His fiancée."
Rong Lan immediately dismissed the claim: "Fiancée, my ass! Uncle, don't smear me. That woman is just crazy on her own—I don't acknowledge it."
"Your family acknowledges it, that's enough. I heard she's already moved into your house, just accept it."
The tone carried an obvious hint of schadenfreude. Rong Lan nearly lost it and hurriedly swore loyalty to Qin Miaomiao:
"My dear, trust me, it's only you. All those flashy cheap women? I don't even look at them."
"..."
Trust you? Fat chance! A man who swaps girlfriends daily suddenly claims to be faithful? She'd sooner believe in ghosts.
