Song Yunchi displayed an indifferent attitude, "So, I should save some money."
What kind of talk is that!
Just because she won't be grateful to him, he isn't even going to bother with a gesture of politeness?
Too stingy!
In all her years, Lu Meng had never seen a man stingier or more penny-pinching than Song Yunchi!
The spendthrifts around her, which one of them wasn't generous with their money?
At the very least, they wouldn't be so tightfisted as to skimp on the money for a bouquet of flowers.
Using her uninjured hand, Lu Meng pointed fiercely towards the door, "Get out, I don't want to see you!"
"Seriously, you, over just a bouquet?" Song Yunchi sauntered over to the coffee table, grabbed a bright red apple, and took a bite.
Crunch—a loud crisp sound!
Lu Meng clenched the blanket, nearly tearing open her wound in anger, "Don't eat my apple!"
Not bringing flowers was bad enough, but now eating her apple? Dream on!
