Gong Beiyao didn't expect Sheng Qianxia to suddenly speak to him, his body stiffened abruptly, then a touch of mockery appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Why should I agree to a request from someone who has nothing to do with me, and actually keep it?"
The tone seemed to say: Once you were my woman, you could control me, but who are you to me now? What right do you have to control me?
Sheng Qianxia's face turned pale as she bit her lip, her voice inexplicably lowered, yet she still said, "I have no right to control you, but don't you even care about your own health? You have a stomach condition! You need to take care of it..."
Gong Beiyao looked at her composedly: "Miss Sheng, how would you know, totally unrelated to me as you are, that I have a stomach condition?"
Sheng Qianxia's complexion grew even paler, her gaze encountering Qingxue's puzzled and uncertain eyes. She subconsciously stepped back, avoiding Gong Beiyao's eyes.
"I... was just guessing."
