"This is none of your business. It was my choice, and it has nothing to do with you," Lilac Serval said indifferently.
"Fine, just don't come crying to me," he retorted.
"Cry? Have you ever seen me cry?" She had long since lost the ability to cry.
Even if she were to cry, she wouldn't cry in front of him.
She remembered the night he handed her over to Mr. Usama; she had cried all the tears she had for a lifetime.
Back then she was young and naive, easily panicked and burst into tears at any issue.
Now, she no longer cries.
Because... there are no tears left in her eyes.
"Let's have breakfast, and then you'll come with me to the construction site. There are some matters I haven't finished dealing with," Charles Mcintosh said.
"Okay," Lilac Serval didn't reject the invitation.
She was indeed hungry, having eaten several jade dumplings, custard buns, and steamed dumplings.
In front of him, she couldn't bother to care about her image.
