Qi Yue had never seen such a scene before.
An old man of considerable age, crying like a three-hundred-pound child, instantly disarmed her anger.
Though she never showed her vulnerable side in front of others, she was even less tolerant of weakness in others.
"Alright, I won't scold you anymore, I was wrong, isn't that enough? Stop crying!"
She moved forward helplessly and threw Huang Zai'an a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
Huang Zai'an wiped the tears with his sleeves and then threw the handkerchief back to her.
"I, an old man, don't need a handkerchief from a little girl like you. Let your man use it."
Man?
She would never have any men in her life!
What kind of people were these, one after another!
Qi Yue had not expected Hu Chengxuan to be such an overbearing and unreasonable person who didn't give her the chance to speak.
All his previous amiability was just a way of dealing with people.
Such a person was indeed someone Qi Yue could not afford to provoke.
