Lu Shaoyang's pupils constricted, unable to say a single word. Without needing him to answer, Shen Hanxing had already gotten the answer from his gaze.
"Heh... the person you love the most will always be yourself," Shen Hanxing sighed softly. Then, she sneered, "you wouldn't have stopped before, and neither would I. Lu Shaoyang, stop dreaming. I don't love you. I don't hate you either. I will make you pay for what you've done. Don't tell me that you love me or you like me. It disgusts me. I want to vomit when I hear it." Using the name of love to take advantage of a woman was sullying love! Lu Shaoyang's love could only touch himself. Shen Hanxing was lazy to pursue the matter. She lifted her head and looked at Ji Yan, who stood beside her. In front of everyone, she extended her hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Ji, let's go home."
