Zhou Yinghuai withdrew his gaze, his distinguished face cold and handsome. His voice was calm to the point of creating no ripples as he said in an extremely indifferent tone, "Then you really are not suited to stay by my side."
Jiang Tan only felt a cold surge in her chest. She subconsciously clenched her fist, her voice tensed, "Then Mr. Zhou, where do you think I am suited to stay? Are you going to drive me out?"
She had just come to his side, not knowing when to advance or retreat, recklessly charging forward, and banging her head until it bled.
Her words carried a tone of anger, too obvious. Zhou Yinghuai just looked at her with a cold expression; the proud man wouldn't lower his head, let alone coax her.
Jiang Tan also knew that Zhou Yinghuai was not the person to coax her.
She pursed her lips tight, the coldness in her chest spreading, "Zhou Yinghuai, then where should I be?"
