Ye Rumeng put down her knife and fork, and said flatly, "I told you I can't eat."
Luo Zifeng's hand tightened around the knife and fork.
"How much can't you eat? Can't you eat just a little more?"
"I really have no appetite."
"You have an appetite for that curly-haired dog?!"
Ye Rumeng frowned. She didn't want to argue with him, so she stood up and said, "Take your time eating. I'm going to rest."
Luo Zifeng's face immediately turned gloomy.
Ye Rumeng had just taken a few steps when she suddenly heard the sound of a plate being swept to the ground.
The plate shattered with a loud crash, the sound abrupt and startling.
Ye Rumeng stopped in her tracks.
She suddenly felt very tired.
Luo Zifeng's temper was too hard to tolerate.
Many times she tried to resolve conflicts, but she didn't want to always be the one to make amends.
She was never someone who liked to make amends first.
She had changed a lot for him, but his temper remained so overbearing and explosive.
