Zhao Dong glanced at Wang Han. "Let's just talk here."
"Come on out for a bit. The river is right beside us. I want to walk by the river with you and clear my head, just like when we were kids."
"There's no need," Zhao Dong's tone was cold.
Wang Han stamped her foot and huffed, "Why are you so stubborn? Would it kill you to come out for a moment?"
"It would."
Zhao Dong simply turned and walked back toward the house. Wang Han's face darkened. She stepped forward to block him, suddenly grabbed his hand, and without another word, dragged him out of the courtyard.
Arriving at the river, Wang Han finally let go of Zhao Dong's hand and stared at him, frowning. "How can you be so stubborn? Haven't all these years in the military fixed that rotten attitude of yours?"
Zhao Dong frowned at Wang Han. "I don't want to get into all that. What do you really want?"
Wang Han was stunned, gazing blankly at him. "Zhao Dong, do you really not want to talk to me that badly?"
