"I don't like it."
Zhao Yuhua stared coldly at Wang Qiang, uttering the words as concisely as she usually did, her tone as cool as ever. But each word she spoke resonated with such force. "I don't like it"—could there be a more direct, clearer, or more powerful reason?
Wang Qiang and Zhao Yuhua's gazes met only briefly before he lowered his head, unable to hold her stare. He couldn't help stepping aside to clear a path for her as he saw Zhao Yuhua approaching.
"I never asked him to do anything for me."
After taking a few steps, Zhao Yuhua paused once again to leave those words behind before continuing on her way.
She left behind Wang Qiang, who was bowing his head low, his expression indiscernible, and the crowd around them that started murmuring in disapproval.
"I won't give up!"
