"Hey... are you even listening?" Tang Ying was getting a bit angry. This guy was actually ignoring her, something that had never happened before. She regretted it, regretted not having controlled her emotions better earlier. How did she reveal her affection in front of this guy so quickly? Zhang Ziwen's disregard for her question was a blow to the noble Tang Ying. Biting her soft lips, she said, "…I'm tired, I want to go back to the hotel." She was now certain that this romantic place was definitely not suitable for her.
Wait, was she talking to herself? Zhang Ziwen was slightly taken aback, his gaze falling back on Tang Ying's face—shoot, the dissatisfaction in her beautiful eyes was obvious, along with a hint of faint resentment. Damn it, Zhang Ziwen cursed himself inwardly.
