A grown man was actually crying like a woman. Leng Kuang's gaze was full of disdain.
He laughed mockingly and drank his wine, ignoring Hua Miaomiao and letting him cry.
Initially, he thought that Hua Miaomiao would stop after a few cries, but who knew that his cries would gradually turn into howls that could make one vomit blood.
Leng Kuang wasn't the only one who couldn't take it. Even Zhan Long couldn't take it.
They and Hua Miaomiao were two men from different worlds.
To them, crying was a sign of weakness, but to Hua Miaomiao, crying was just a way to vent.
They were even more speechless because they knew that Hua Miaomiao was crying to vent his anger.
Unknowingly, the heat from the alcohol had already covered up the old grudges in their hearts.
Leng Kuang saw that Hua Miaomiao was getting more and more upset as he cried. He smiled and patted his shoulder sympathetically."Alright, stop crying. It's just a woman, isn't it?"
