"You can still leave him now. Do you really want to wait until it's too late to turn back?"
"Turn back? A good horse doesn't eat the grass behind it." Jian Yufei retorted disdainfully.
Ruan Tianling's expression faltered slightly, "Your tongue has become quite sharp."
"Are you done? If so, please leave. You're not welcomed at this table."
Ruan Tianling leaned forward to earnestly look at her, and said with sincerity, "I meant what I said that night, you should consider it carefully."
As if he had offered her a great favor.
Jian Yufei lifted her eyelids slightly, pulling up the corner of her mouth in an elegant curve, "I meant what I said that night even more so."
"Jian Yufei, opposing me won't do you any good!" His patience was wearing thin and he was becoming aggressive.
"I've never benefited from being around you!"
"You ..." Damn, how had this woman become so sharp-tongued?
