Song Dong Ming looked at Chu Lian, his eyes had a deadened look in them before he turned away to stare at the wall opposite him. Miss her? He wouldn't miss her even if the Devil asked him to do so.
Chu Lian's lips twitched as she pursed them in an evil sneer and looked at Song Dong Ming with a contemptuous glance. " You are still the same Brother Song, haughty, stubborn and inflexible. If only you would have agreed to let me in your life, you wouldn't have been in such a situation like this," she looked around at the broken and clogged toilet seat and scrunched her nose up in disgust. " You still have time to agree with my proposal, Brother Song. Just agree to marry me, and then I will take you out of this hell… do you really want to live in this smelly basement all your life? I don't think that's a wise decision. What do you say?"
