"Where were you last night? Why was your phone off?" Jin Chenye's eyes turned cold as he inquired sternly.
"Heh heh..."
Qin Youxuan couldn't help but laugh coldly.
The person who should care about her didn't even spare her a glance, yet the one who shouldn't was showing her so much concern – how ironic?
"You can't seriously think of yourself as my brother? Save it! I will never accept you, never!" Qin Youxuan pushed away forcefully, taking a step before kicking a chair over.
The newspaper she had thrown away earlier was now scattered across the floor, with the section containing Jin Chenye's photo right under her foot.
Not only did she not lift her foot, but she also ground her heel into it twice.
"You're still like this, taking things to extreme in both love and hate, one day it's going to hurt you..."
