Li Beijue had already categorized her along with the word "trouble," knitting his eyebrows, his handsome face cold and arrogant, "What do you want?"
Lan Ke repeated her previous words, with a tone of questioning and confusion, stubbornly demanding an explanation from him, "So I don't understand, why did you choose her and not me? Aren't we more suitable for each other?"
Li Beijue listened to her patiently, his gaze coldly interrupted her, "Who told you we're suitable?"
Lan Ke said defiantly, "Isn't it obvious? Anyone looking at us would say so. I'm more suitable for you! And I believe I can be a better Mrs. Li than her. Besides a similar family background, she doesn't compare to me at all."
She's very confident in this point.
Li Beijue's gaze grew colder, looking at her as if she were an annoying fly, exuding disgust, "You don't compare to her at all!"
