"You must be on your period! Everyone in your family except my An'an must be on their periods!" Song Youman snapped back.
"If I don't have it, then I don't. Why are you so fierce..." Han Zhijin, who was being grilled, showed no signs of annoyance, merely muttering under his breath. Then he looked at Song Youman and kindly asked, "Where are you off to? It is already dinner time. Do you want to go grab a meal? I'll treat you..."
"No need!" Song Youman immediately rejected his offer without hesitation.
"What's up? What happened?" Han Zhijin scratched the back of his head, completely clueless: "Did someone upset you?"
Song Youman stared at Han Zhijin silently.
"Did someone really upset you?" A look of anger appeared on Han Zhijin's face: "Who was it? Tell me, I'll beat the hell out of him!"
Song Youman still didn't say anything, but a touch of red could be seen in the depths of her eyes when she was looking at Han Zhijin.
