"Not only that, you're also jealous of Su Yu, even jealous of Mira (Secretary Jin). It's because... they've obtained things that you believe rightfully ought to be yours. That's why you're acting like a child who can't get their candy, deliberately causing trouble, hoping to catch my attention, right? Little Annie of Manhattan."
Anne resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on, those ever-wild eyes for the first time, showing a hint of panic after having all her thoughts seen through.
"What the hell are you talking about? That's ridiculous!" (你他妈在胡说八道些什么?简直荒谬!)
She practically screamed in retort.
Tang Song reached out, gently lifting her delicate chin with his fingertips, a gentle yet irresistible gesture.
Forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You're in love with me, Anne."
"When did it start? Let me think..."
"...Was it during those days at Huaqiao City in Shanghai?"
He paused, the pad of his thumb lightly rubbing over her full red lips.
