Tang Feiyang's mouth curled into a mocking sneer, "You know exactly what you are. Do you think I would associate with you? To think that I'd have any affection for you—did you stuff your head with shit!"
Du Jiaolan's expression remained unchanged, still smiling as she circled around Tang Feiyang, "Tang Feiyang, what to do, your family has already joined forces with me. I just wanted to get to know you and become friends, it's not as complicated as you think!"
Tang Feiyang shoved her further away with a palm, "Du Jiaolan, I've long been aware of your actions, your goals. I hope you don't play any tricks, otherwise, I'll let you understand why flowers are so red!"
Du Jiaolan didn't expect Tang Feiyang—a man so dashing and handsome—to be so rude, to use such crude means against a weak woman. However, she was not truly a weak woman; pushed back several steps, she did not fall!
