After a brief moment of shock at the sight of the man who had just entered, Song Lianhe decided to throw caution to the wind.
"Does Prince Ling have such a terrible memory? Have you forgotten how I used to chase after you? You always gave me the cold shoulder, and you even mocked me in front of everyone on numerous occasions. If it weren't for you, why would my reputation in Ling'an be so terrible? Has the Prince forgotten all of this?"
Zhou Junlin's expression darkened, but it was the truth. He could only coax her in a low voice, "Alright, alright. It was all my fault in the past. I wronged you, and I apologize."
Song Lianhe snorted coldly. 'This is what he wanted to hear, and I'm just giving him what he wants.'
But Cao Ying wasn't having it.
