"Of course..." Zhou Junlin faltered. The words on the tip of his tongue twisted and came out as, "Are you questioning me?"
"Do you have too much time on your hands, Prince Ling?" Song Lianhe found it hard to comprehend. 'Don't you have any self-awareness? And I'm not supposed to question you?'
'He's so protective of his precious Lan, his bias is completely off the charts. Am I supposed to throw him a parade for it?'
Zhou Junlin's expression darkened. Song Lianhe had always been subservient in her love for him, doing her utmost to please and accommodate him. How was he supposed to adapt to such a sudden and drastic change in her attitude?
Even though he suspected this was just a new strategy to get his attention, Zhou Junlin still found it hard to accept.
Before he could lash out, the man seated in the main chair spoke, his posture cold and aloof. "So, you're questioning me, then?"
