Zhang Ziwen stared ahead, feeling at a loss about what to do with her. Should he hit her? He couldn't bring himself to do it. Should he shout at her? He couldn't outshout her. Thus, Zhang Ziwen could only continue to bear the pain of her new epithet for him, "scum".
"Hey Zhang, your first flaw is your arrogance, your second flaw is your rough male mindset, and your third flaw is your dirty thoughts. Like just now, you were silent but were cursing me in your mind. That's sneaky. Cursing in your mind is our women's prerogative. You have so many good qualities to learn from, but why pick up that from women? So, when I say you're not a man, I'm not wrong, am I?" There was no turning back for An Yun, she had nothing to lose.
