Zhao Qingge stopped in her tracks, turned angrily and said, "What do you want to say?!"
"Help me wash the dishes."
Li Peifeng pointed at the ground and suggested, "We should tidy up the house as well."
"No need, this is my home, you don't have to worry about it."
After saying this, Zhao Qingge, with a sullen face, paused for a moment then continued, "Don't bother washing the dishes either, just leave them there. You shouldn't stay here anymore, move out today and send me an email after you do."
Li Peifeng frowned slightly, "Why are you angry again? Why are you suddenly kicking me out?"
"..."
"If you don't want me to leave and want me to stay a little longer, you can just say it outright. I'm not opposed to it, so why are you deliberately showing a sour face and saying the opposite?!"
With a calm voice, Zhao Qingge said, "I'm not speaking in opposites. Go if you want, stay if you want. I'm not angry, it has nothing to do with you."
