"Hey, to think you've pulled out the Lava Greatsword, our token of love, and now you're using it to attack me—how ironic."
As Zhang Meng walked forward, he sneered, "I was really an idiot to spend so much just to please you, and now this is the thanks I get. If I'd known, I would've been better off spending that money on a dog, at least that would've earned me lifelong loyalty!"
"You bastard!"
Han Siying could clearly detect the insinuation in Zhang Meng's words, quivering with anger, wishing she could slam the Lava Greatsword right into his face.
"Bastard? Haha, I'm flattered. Getting you this pissed off gives me a sense of achievement. Since there's no fate between us, there's no need to feign nobility. If you know what's good for you, hand over the greatsword now, got it?"
Back in the day, Zhang Meng had spent a fortune to woo Han Siying, but now, in retrospect, he realized it was just a waste of time!
