"We are late because of you... Even our clothes are dirty," Zhou Jiajia's frustration echoed in the confined space of the car, the atmosphere tense as Zhang Wei drove them back, calmly smoking and seemingly impervious to her words.
Women's rants, he dismissed as the inconsequential noise in his life.
"Who gave you the green light for a nap? It's practically evening now because of your so-called 'one' hour nap that morphed into a full-blown eight-hour sleeping session," he retorted sharply.
"Ugh! I couldn't resist, but why didn't you wake me up?" Zhou Jiajia, her frustration escalating, felt the urge to pull her hair. Determined to salvage the situation, she swiftly retrieved her phone, intent on asking Hu Ning to arrange new clothes.
Zhang Wei, seemingly unfazed, remarked, "Hmm? If you can't handle it, leave me a text."
