Si Ye laughed out of extreme anger, "Good, Chen Zhi, I'm just waiting for you to come beg me, and you will have a day when you'll take the initiative to beg me!"
Having said that, he walked past her, opened the door, and slammed it on his way out.
Chen Zhi's eyes drooped down, her body relaxing as if drained.
She knew that there might indeed come a day when she would have to actively seek his help, but until that day arrived, she wouldn't allow herself to appear lowly in front of him.
Life is full of uncertainties at every moment; who knows if she really would need to beg him. Therefore, until the very last moment, she wouldn't lower her stance.
Even if she ended up being humiliated by him later, she wouldn't submit to him at this moment.
There was no helping it; she was just that kind of person by nature—proud, stubborn, a Chen Zhi who would never bow her head.
Yet, Si Ye's words lingered in her mind like a curse from a devil.
