"She loves only me, and you, you don't stand a chance!"
His words brimmed with confidence, and they were tinged with arrogance and boastfulness.
Qiao Yiyang's eyes darkened as he said coldly, "She just fell in love with you first and can't forget you for the moment. Whatever love you can offer her, I can give too. Rong Shaoze, what makes you think she won't change her heart towards you?"
Rong Shaoze laughed loudly, his tone extremely arrogant, "Just because I love her more than you do, just because I am more worthy of her than you are! Qiao Yiyang, even if you won't admit it, it's the truth—I am better than you. Why else am I not the one at your feet, and you are?"
Rong Shaoze was relentless in his attempts to crush Qiao Yiyang, leaving him no dignity or face.
Qiao Yiyang's expression became even more unsightly as a surge of humiliation suddenly welled up inside him.
That's right, he was a prisoner at his feet, a humiliating prisoner at his feet!
