Qin Mengying looked at him, seemingly puzzled, not yet realizing where she had gone wrong, or why she had upset him.
This woman! Even being slow has its limits, right? And to think she dares call herself a psychologist!
Ou Mingxuan felt an unprecedented sense of defeat, irritably ruffling his hair as he picked up his jacket and stood up, "Fine, I'm leaving."
Qin Mengying watched him open the door and leave, lowering her head as she lightly bit her lip.
Ou Mingxuan's reaction caught her somewhat off guard, because the impression she had of him was deeply ingrained, so instinctively she felt he wouldn't take it seriously, hence wouldn't care.
But it was clear that he had truly been angry just moments ago...
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Downstairs, Ou Mingxuan agitatedly stamped out the cigarette butt beneath his foot, then lit a new one.
What's going on? It seems I really am angry...
Like a little beast yearning for love yet bitten in return, brimming with grievance.
