Su Xiaoli was taken aback, not understanding the meaning behind Qin Yihan's words, "What?"
"Nothing."
The man's lips curved into a faint smile, "What I mean is," he said.
He lowered his gaze, his inky eyes solemnly fixed on her delicate face:
"If Cheng Nanshu happened to fall for your husband Qin Yihan, would you step aside for her?"
Su Xiaoli instinctively shook her head.
"She won't fall for my husband."
"What if?"
"There are no 'what ifs'!"
Having said those four words, Su Xiaoli bit her lip, glaring at him angrily, "Why are you asking me such hypothetical questions!?"
"Nanshu won't fall for my husband, she just won't!"
Her rage turned her small face beet red, her eyes brimming with impatience.
Qin Yihan's lips curled into a smile.
Actually, he already had his answer.
Earlier when he asked her if she and Cheng Nanshu both liked the same man, she answered without hesitation that she would give up and let Cheng Nanshu have him.