The depth of the Chinese language is vast, so adding a couple of words by Xiao Qian flipped the message.
Your handling meant letting Ming Lang proceed as he wished.
She added two words, you handle yours, which suggested there was an unsaid half of a sentence.
I'll handle mine.
Ming Lang understood Xiao Qian's meaning and raised his eyebrows.
"Are you sure? We're about to get engaged, aren't you going to try on clothes and stuff? You still have time to ponder on this?"
"Promoting positive energy and lashing out at those who bullied me doesn't require much time, I can squeeze some in."
Xiao Qian curled up her mouth, she was going to carry out her own plan. So far, there was not a single person who had bullied her and got away without retaliation.
"Xiao Qiang, don't you have anything to say?"
"Just remember to keep within your limits, just blow off some steam, don't make a big fuss. As long as I can bear the consequences, you can vent as much as you want."
