"Self-awareness?"
Zhang Hanhan laughed with a strange expression.
She hadn't expected that this was how Xie Ming thought of her.
How wonderful.
Since he wasn't even giving her any face, she might as well tear everything apart. Who doesn't know each other's roots anyway?
"Who really lacks self-awareness? Xie Ming, how long have you been broken up with her? She's a wealthy heiress, with a handsome and wealthy fiancé. And you, Xie Ming, you're just a pitiful fool who got dumped, yet still can't forget her. The one living in delusion is you!"
"Slap!"
Silence.
Until Zhang Hanhan, clutching her face, came to her senses.
She shrieked, "Xie Ming, you actually hit me? You actually hit me!"
As if driven by some stimulus, she reached out to claw at Xie Ming's face.
Xie Ming wasn't careful, and a sharp pain shot across his face—Zhang Hanhan's sharp nails had scratched him, possibly drawing blood.
"You shrew!" He shoved her away with such force that she was thrown to the ground.
