"In the future, speak your mind earlier. Saying it now? Too late!"
Ya Tianxing dropped a bombshell, his mood so sour he had no appetite for breakfast, and walked off without another word.
As he passed several tables, everyone instinctively shut their mouths, watching him leave with wary glances.
Mo Shangjun watched his figure disappear out of sight, feeling a headache coming on.
While she didn't like criticism or complaints either, if reasonable, she could accept them. So, she couldn't understand why Ya Tianxing was so furious...
She hesitated between going after him to apologize and reconcile or staying to finish her meal, eventually choosing the latter.
With Ya Tianxing's current foul mood, running after him would be pointless.
Would he forgive her?
No.
Would he simply let it go?
No.
From what she knew, Ya Tianxing would just get angrier. Better to let him cool down...
