"Where did you sleep last night? Are you still mad at me?" Lin Yan said with aggrievement.
"Hmm," Lu Chenyuan responded coldly.
Lin Yan, saddened, wiped her tears with her sleeve, "I've already explained everything to you in WeChat, did you see it?"
Lu Chenyuan: "It was too long, gave me a headache just looking."
Long-winded explanations are for losers. Lin Yan had spent a long time last night choosing her words carefully before she sent that message.
And Lu Chenyuan actually said it gave him a headache.
They say women need to be coaxed, but why are men so difficult to appease as well?
"Then should I read it to you?"
The servant knocked and came in to call Lu Chenyuan down for breakfast but was fiercely scared away by him.
"I'll come to see you in the evening, let's not talk about this now."
Lu Chenyuan hung up the phone within the tail of Lin Yan's "Wait a moment," not giving her a second more.
Lu Chenyuan went downstairs after getting ready.
