Qi Yue had never seen such a display before.
An old man of considerable age, crying like a three-hundred-pound child, instantly quelled her temper.
Though she never showed weakness in front of others, she couldn't stand to see others display it in front of her.
"Alright, I won't criticize you anymore, I was wrong, okay? Stop crying!"
Helplessly, she approached and threw Huang Zai'an a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
Huang Zai'an used his sleeves to dab at the tear stains before tossing the handkerchief back to her.
"This old man doesn't need the handkerchief of a little girl like you; give it to your man."
A man?
She would never have anything to do with men in the future!
What are they even made of!
Qi Yue had not expected Hu Chengxuan to be such a domineering and unreasonable person who didn't give her a chance to speak.
The amiable appearance he had put on before was just a way of dealing with people.
She, Qi Yue, really couldn't afford to provoke such a person.
