"You mean to say that everyone has a history they don't want others to see, right?"
"I didn't want to say anything. What I wanted to say was, don't yell at me because of someone else's issues," I said.
Qiao Fei stopped, her face flush with sudden anger.
I really shouldn't have made that unnecessary remark about Xu Dong dumping Wu Jiayi. But what I felt was unjustified was her sudden outburst.
She looked down at her white dress, now stained with juice, "Huh, I really went out and bought new clothes just to meet such a person."
I pulled the car over to the side of the road and looked at her, "What's the big deal? It's just a tracksuit. I'll buy you ten of them! Let's go, let's go, to the mall, right now!"
"You don't have to throw money at me! Cheng Jiayang. I know you're rich. You go buy it, go buy it now, and find someone else to wear it!"
With that, she jumped out of the car and strode away, not looking back.
