Having said that, Zhang Yuxing tapped her chopsticks heavily on the table, then tossed them aside.
She picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped her mouth.
Liu Zhizhong looked utterly baffled, continuing to feign confusion, "Explain what? What is there to explain? This is our secret, which I will forever keep. Isn't that enough? Do you think I, this honest man, would go around spreading it and then..."
"Enough! I get it! Stop calling yourself an honest man. If you were honest, there'd be no scoundrels left in the world! Remember what you just said, or you'll regret it!"
With that, Zhang Yuxing stood up and walked towards the door.
Of course, she picked up her handbag, leaving Liu Zhizhong to handle her suitcase.
She had already changed into a snow-white dress, and she truly looked proud and spirited—her shadow was so enticing that Liu Zhizhong felt like shooting her right then!
But Liu Zhizhong asked naively, "Can't handle it, so I have to deal with it?"
