Hua Miaomiao gritted her teeth, forcing out her words one by one, "Jin Lin, stop making a scene, it's very late now, let's talk about whatever it is tomorrow."
In reality, to him, this was already showing weakness, even if his tone was so cold and firm.
But in Jin Lin's eyes, it was merely a lesson.
She glared at Hua Miaomiao fiercely, and as she glared, tears eventually began to fall uncontrollably: "Making a scene? Is everything I do just 'making a scene' in your eyes, is that it?"
Hua Miaomiao: "..."
