Tang Ying despised Chen Jian; she shook off his hand with a cold look on her face, "Why should you care who made me cry?"
"How can I not care? You still haven't paid back the money you owe me, yet your clothes seem to be getting worn out."
"Are you even a man? Still hung up over that hundred yuan!"
"I'm not hung up on the hundred yuan, I'm hung up on you."
"Disgusting."
"It's very dangerous for you, a woman, to be on the streets alone at night. The local thugs have been getting bolder lately."
Tang Ying had heard the news about female students being assaulted by thugs, and Chen Jian's words sent a chill down her spine.
Being as proud as she was, naturally, she feared falling prey to such lowlifes.
According to her father, Chen Jian was now the major foreman of the project, and Gu Jiajia's uncle greatly valued this shrewd and cunning man.
