Zhou Mingchen grabbed a pillow and threw it aside.
"Do you want to teach me how to speak?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. Xia Lu was stunned; she didn't expect him to be so quick and sharp, nor did she expect herself to blurt out her thoughts impulsively.
"That's exactly it." Although she stubbornly refused to admit fault and didn't think she was wrong, her tone still weakened slightly.
"I'm just telling the truth, not exaggerating. If you can't even accept the truth, don't you think your problem is even bigger?" As he spoke, Zhou Mingchen picked up the book again, acting as if nothing had happened.
