"It's nothing. I just thought of something unpleasant."
"Do you mind sharing it so I can have a laugh?"
Zhang Binghua didn't say a word.
It was a terrible joke, a fact proven by the stiff, awkward atmosphere that followed.
When Shen Lang saw he wasn't taking the bait, looking completely impervious, she couldn't help but get annoyed. She turned to look out the window and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. I'm not interested in hearing about it anymore anyway."
The words were hurtful, but she said them anyway. Few people ever dared to give her attitude for no reason. He was the first.
He might have been exactly her type in every way, but that wasn't an excuse for him to be so insolent.
...Wait. 'I almost forgot. Half the credit for my plan's success and my body's recovery belongs to him...'
