Wen Yi's face held a smile, neither warm nor cold, "You feel quite wronged?"
The man's expression remained unchanged, undisturbed by the slightest ripple, "Oh, so I don't have the right to be jealous, and now my right to feel wronged has also been stripped away?"
Wen Yi, "…"
She didn't want to engage in a verbal battle anymore. After changing her shoes, she picked up her cellphone and pushed past him, "I'm going to take a shower, go eat by yourself."
Having said that, she walked straight past him.
The man's voice sounded from behind, casual and indolent, "If you won't join me for the meal, then I won't eat either."
Wen Yi stopped in her tracks, turned halfway back to look at him, and said with amusement, "Do you think you… have enough weight to threaten me now, or do you think if you skip dinner, I'll really be distressed?"
