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"Honey, listen to me, it's really not what you're thinking. Zhao Yi and I were just..."
While others envied Chen Feng's luck with the ladies, the poor guy was frowning and trying to explain himself to Lin Xinru. Unfortunately, Lin Xinru wouldn't listen to his explanation. With a loud clang, she closed the door on him. No matter how much Chen Feng knocked, Lin Xinru refused to open the door or listen to his explanations.
"Jerk, dead jerk, stinking jerk, philandering radish, I'm so mad, I'll kill you..."
In her room, Lin Xinru angrily picked up a throw pillow and began hitting things with it to vent her frustration, pretending the pillow was Chen Feng.
