Meng Xinian heard her words and couldn't help but chuckle softly, saying, "You won't become someone like Kuang Qingqing."
"What if I do?"
Chiang Xiao always felt that in certain ways she wasn't so different from Kuang Qingqing. To those who wronged her or hurt her, she would fiercely retaliate, and her methods weren't necessarily gentle.
Meng Xinian said, "Silly, if you were Kuang Qingqing, you would only act against Kuang Kanzhi and Chen Zhu, and you wouldn't play such dirty tricks on Chiang Xiao. There's always a rightful target for grievances, and you have that baseline, I know that. Don't compare yourself to someone like Kuang Qingqing."
Chiang Xiao being able to say such things already showed she wasn't the same kind of person as Kuang Qingqing.
"Brother Xinian, how can you be so good to me?" Chiang Xiao's eyes warmed.
"Because you're mine, my woman, my little kitten, my treasure, my wife." Meng Xinian's voice was deep, "Maybe I owe you a huge debt from my past life."
