What's wrong with being good-looking?
Does that give you the right to keep such a stern face? Do you really need me to acknowledge your handsomeness?
Meng Xinian was baffled by her inexplicable anger. What on earth was causing her outburst? Why did he find her previous words so disagreeable?
"What do you mean by 'as friends'?" he frowned, his expression darkening, "When did we ever become friends?"
They were fiance and fiancee.
The engagement gifts had been exchanged, the banquet held. And now she was talking about being just friends? He was not pleased.
"If we aren't even friends, then you have even less obligation to keep me company," Chiang Xiao misunderstood his meaning, thinking that in his heart, they weren't even qualified to be called friends.
Right, perhaps he felt that she was just a little girl, unworthy of his friendship.
"Let's consider this meal as my treat. After we eat, you can go deal with your own matters."
