"In any case, it's still your fault. You've always said that you have done me much wrong, so you must accept your punishment. I'm sentencing you to stay in America forever!"
Wei Zhijuan dared to tell Xian Yijun to stay in America because she knew he had no feelings for the Xian Family. Xian Jian, his father, meant nothing to him, and his mother's untimely death meant nothing to him except Jiang Ruolan, who had grown up with him. But she knew that he would stay for her sake.
Xian Yijun sighed and looked at her cheerful face. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
"Sure." Wei Zhijuan nodded in his arms like a little girl who had just fallen in love and was full of anticipation for their future relationship.
"What do you want to eat?" Xian Yijun held her hand and they walked out of the auditorium.
Wei Zhijuan raised her finger and tapped her lips twice. "Spicy hotpot."
