In that voice, there was an almost imperceptible but frank self-mockery.
Chi Huan's heart tightened, as feelings of suffocation and sour weakness attacked her simultaneously.
She turned her head towards the distance, remaining silent.
He looked down, his gaze locked on her face, "Either get in the car, and I'll accompany you to breakfast and take you to your company, or if you're not going, if you don't like toast, I can cook you another bowl of noodles, or if you want xiaolongbao, I can go buy some for you."
He looked at her; she looked away.
And so they were at an impasse for a while.
Chi Huan still chose to get into the passenger seat.
The car was very quiet, she looked out the window, not saying a word.
She thought, if only they were just ordinary lovers quarreling and breaking up, how nice that would be. He was reserved and indifferent by nature, but there was an arrogant chauvinism deep in his bones.
This was already quite a low stance for him.
