Zhou Yinghuai kept walking, but Chu Anning was not discouraged, and she picked up her pace to catch up to him.
Her eyes were tinged red as though she'd just finished crying. Clinging to the corner of Zhou Yinghuai's clothes, she refused to let go, "For the past half year, Zhou Yinghuai, why are you always like this, refusing to even speak a word to me!"
Zhou Yinghuai's eyes were downcast, fixating on the part of his clothes Chu Anning clung to, his voice cold and detached: "Let go."
"Everyone is eating, what are you leaving for?" Chu Anning managed to regain some composure. She laughed lightly with a renewed resilience in her eyes, looking at Zhou Yinghuai, "I know, you think I'm frivolous and undignified for being like this."
Zhou Yinghuai said nothing, he turned around to leave.
What does a man have to do for it to be the greatest insult to another woman?
Chu Anning thought, it should be Zhou Yinghuai's current behavior.
