We're the Same

Zhou Gang stared directly at Song Ling, his face breaking into an exaggerated smile. "I get it now," he said excitedly, "You're targeting me because you want to stand up for your ex-wife, right?"

Song Ling's expression darkened. "That's not it," he retorted coldly.

With a scoff, Zhou Gang continued, "You say it's not, but your thoughts might as well be written all over your face! In that case, we're cut from the same cloth. We've both cheated, been divorced, and regretted it."

Gritting his teeth, Song Ling demanded, "Who are you saying is like you?"

Upon seeing Song Ling's demeanor, Zhao Xuan felt a surge of apprehension for Zhou Gang. He couldn't believe that someone could be so lacking in social cues.

Zhou Gang, oblivious to the warning tone in Song Ling's voice, attempted to dig himself in further. "Of course, we're the same type of people! President Song, please, let's forget the grudge and maybe you can even assist me, given we are similar—"