"Xuanyuan Wuji, I, I'm talking to you."
Seeing the man playing it cool and dead set on not opening his mouth, the Empress grew even more furious, her cheeks puffing up as she huffed and once again shouted at Xuanyuan Wuji.
"Don't you hate me?"
The president had indeed felt slighted by the Empress's partial treatment and had intended to quickly return home to nurse his emotional wounds in secret. However, when he saw the Empress had actually chased after him, joy blossomed in his heart. He reveled in it secretly, but on the surface, he maintained a pitiful little expression that seemed to say, "I'm heartbroken, and isn't it all because of you?"
"When have I ever said I hated you?"
