"Ha..." Song Yi chuckled slightly, her brows and eyes carrying a gentle, clear chill.
Her tone was somewhat cold: "Your question is quite problematic, don't you think it contradicts what you just said?"
"You want me to be good to your brother, but when things go wrong, you don't try to find a win-win solution—instead, you insist on fighting him to the death?" Song Yi squinted slightly, her words sharp: "Isn't this proof in itself that you're always competing with your brother? You want him to do well, but you don't want him to do better than you."
Wen Mu frowned slightly, this woman's words were really sharp.
"I mean, if."
"There's no 'if'." Song Yi interrupted Wen Mu decisively and assertively: "Even if there is, Tang Si won't let me leave you unaided; he just wants me to feel comfortable, however I see fit."
Her eyes were full of clarity, showcasing her confidence in those words.
