"Looks like I was right, you really are trash!"
Seeing the tray in the waiter's hand, Wu Cheng wore a cold smile. He wasn't stupid; he naturally knew why the waiter was standing there. It was simply because of his tantrum that the waiter couldn't serve the dish.
"You can't even afford a bowl of soup here, do you think you're worthy of Qingxue?!"
No matter who paid for this meal, Wu Cheng blamed everything on Hao Jian. It wasn't just to disgust Hao Jian but also to make himself feel better. After all, this kid actually managed to win over the woman he had his eye on?!
"A scoundrel who lets a woman pay, do you even have the face to sit here and eat?!"
"Do you have any shame?!"
Wu Cheng continued to roar, then suddenly turned to look at Lin Qingxue, snorting coldly, "Qingxue, I don't understand why your taste is so bad. I'm someone so suitable for you here, yet you choose this poor wretch?!"
