Upon hearing Zhao Chi's words, Yang Xiaozhu knew he was subtly rejecting her. Anger surged as she climbed out of bed, standing there naked beside it, her large breasts bouncing with each movement. Her pretty face was filled with sadness and indignation, "Director Zhao, why... why do you treat me like this?"
Yang Xiaozhu was really angry because she felt that, at the very least, she should count as one of Zhao Chi's lovers. Yet, to her dismay, she couldn't even qualify as a lover; she was nothing but a sex friend for lustful contact!
Looking at Zhao Chi's stern face and listening to his distant words that kept her at arm's length made Yang Xiaozhu heartbroken. What she cherished so much was actually worthless in Zhao Chi's eyes.
