The corner of Ye Sijue's lip curled down.
Her gaze looked guilty no matter how she shifted it and she called this okay?
"Are you going to tell me or not?" he asked coldly.
Mo Xiaomeng paused.
A little frustrated, she glared at him, "What do you want me to say? You're really bossy, you know that? We're nothing to each other, and we've only known each other for a few days. What right do you have to treat me like this?"
Ye Sijue's gaze was heavy. "Continue."
Their interaction had been so positive in the room previously, but now she looked like she disliked him deeply.
Mo Xiaomeng thought for a while.
That's right. They didn't have a special relationship. He had… played her. Why should she bear it in silence? She should expose him and give him a scolding to vent her anger.
