Chu Anning had prepared herself, gritted her teeth, and walked step by step to face him. "Zhou Yinghuai, does this count as a sincere apology?"
Zhou Yinghuai appeared indifferent, his attention returning to the documents in front of him, speaking indifferently: "I don't want the Chu family to be embarrassed in front of the Zhou family, Chu Anning, you should know what your actions mean."
"What do they mean?"
Chu Anning parroted Zhou Yinghuai's words with a mocking smile on her face, "For a woman to disrobe in front of a man, could there be any other reason?"
Zhou Yinghuai did not respond, his expression calm and aloof.
Chu Anning scoffed, walked up to him, and squatted down, "Is this how you acted in the face of Jiang Tan?"
The nib of the steel pen paused momentarily, lingering on the paper with deep and heavy ink marks.
What kind of person is Jiang Tan?
She had always been helpless, and those so-called pleasing antics can only be described as awkward.
