Han Chengxian wore a gentle smile, playing the role of the perfect listener. The more he listened, the more certain he became that the woman before him could be used. She was consumed by obsession, and where there is obsession, there is weakness. 0

As he listened, Han Chengxian occasionally praised Song Zhi’ang’s talents while subtly belittling Meng Wanshu. “She’s nothing more than a childhood sweetheart. The things she’s been through with him may not even compare to yours.” 0

Song Zhi’ang felt that he understood her perfectly.0

Meanwhile, Duantai Yiting had taken the initiative to...0