Leaning against the door, Qin Yue shook her head with a bitter smile, as the memories of what had happened between her and Wang Yu flooded her mind once more.
Just then, the sound of footsteps approached. Qin Yue looked up to see Wang Yu descending slowly from the second floor, his expression exceedingly stern, and he appeared very unhappy.
"I've been knocking for so long, why did you only open the door now?"
Approaching her, Wang Yu grasped Qin Yue's wrist in his hand and demanded loudly.
Qin Yue swung her arm, but she couldn't break free from Wang Yu's grasp and just let him be.
"What a joke! Why should I open the door for you? This is my house; I'll open it if I want to and won't if I don't. Who do you think you are? You think I must open the door just because you knock?"
Still unable to change her feisty nature, Qin Yue started arguing with Wang Yu again. After speaking, she huffed coldly, turned her head away, and stopped looking at Wang Yu.
