Su Yue removed her shoes and entered the living room barefooted.
She marched stiffly to the couch and collapsed on it.
Ming Ansheng shook his head looking half-amused, half-exasperated.
'The lass could sure remember grudges well,' he thought to himself.
Just because Tang Feiling had mocked her once and challenged her to a drinking competition, she still kept a grudge.
Her pettiness… was quite adorable.
Ming Ansheng thought quietly to himself and picked up the bedroom slippers. He strode towards her, and he patiently explained, "I bought this especially for you. Tang Feiling has never stepped into my apartment before."
Su Yue blinked her eyes in confusion. "This is your place and she is your fiancée. Why hasn't she?"
She had assumed that Ming Ansheng liked Tang Feiling.
She was such a pure and naive girl. If he didn't like her, why would he get engaged to her?
Ming Ansheng was speechless.
