"What's it to you?" Lin Miaoyu exploded in anger.
"Because every time you go looking for trouble, you end up throwing yourself away like this, or maybe next time you could give me a heads up, so I can coordinate with the local reporters to capture your disgraceful behavior?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
Pei Chenyang ignored her and turned back.
If she dared to do it again, he would certainly dare to carry out his threat.
Lin Miaoyu's words were too much; if it weren't for the relationship they had established before, he would have taken her straight to the police station today.
On the way back, his feelings were complex.
There was both heartache and frustration.
Pei Chenyang tried to perk up but saw Zhao Mengmeng with a scowl on her face.
Still angry, huh? Damn foreigner, to actually dare threaten her!
With such an obvious display of anger, how could Pei Chenyang fail to notice it?
"Miss, the soup in the kitchen is ready," the cook said softly to Zhao Mengmeng as she came out.
