"No! Absolutely not." Nan Fei denied vehemently. The more agitated she was, the more unsettled Wu Huai became.
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure."
Huo Beijiang tugged at his lips, gently brushing away Nan Fei's hand, "No worries! Don't worry, I'm a reasonable person."
Nan Fei paused, pulling him aside and whispered, "What are you up to?"
"What are you up to, darling?"
"I..." A blush crept onto Nan Fei's face, "Just trying on clothes! I'm modeling for them."
"I don't agree."
"By what right do you disagree?" Nan Fei flared up, glaring at him in displeasure, "What I do is my own business. You have no right to interfere."
The atmosphere between them was rather strained, Huo Beijiang fell silent with a gloomy face.
Nan Fei also pursed her lips, not backing down.
"I think we should break up! Besides, we've already called off the wedding." Nan Fei defiantly said, "You see, our aspirations and pursuits are different, we'll continue to fight every day."
