No matter how thick her skin was, after what Iron Hand said, she needed a moment to lick her wounds before fighting again.
Sigh!
Since her parents had pushed her all the way to Jinshan Villa, she might as well pack her bedding roll and head back home first.
After packing her things in the guest room, she was carrying her luggage downstairs when she happened to run into Iron Hand on his way up. Holding tightly to the suitcase handle, she bit her lower lip.
"Iron Hand, I'm leaving. That dinner... that is, there's a husband and wife lung slice... you must try it!"
Iron Hand stood still, looking at her, his brows almost twisted into a 'Chuan' character. After a long while, he still didn't speak. By the time the sound of footsteps resumed, he had brushed past her and continued upstairs without looking back.
Turning around with her suitcase, Ai Lun watched his retreating figure, her eyes misting with tears.
