"Isn't it just a bag... that's all?" Zhou Mingchen raised an eyebrow, unable to believe she could say something like that. He could let go of the past physical aggression and insincere apology, but now she was pretending nothing happened and even had the audacity to talk back to him—unbelievable.
Xia Lu puffed up her cheeks, her gaze drifting away from his face; the bump on his head was too conspicuous to ignore.
"I haven't finished speaking, where are you going?" Just as she turned around, she was stopped by Zhou Mingchen again.
"I'm going to get you medicine..." Xia Lu said weakly; after all, she was a compassionate person and couldn't be righteous in the face of her own wrongdoing. On this point, she would never be able to defeat Zhou Mingchen.
Zhou Mingchen's grip on her fingers stiffened; he didn't know what drama this woman was playing out. A slap followed by a sweet date? Had she been reading the wrong kind of books recently...
