Jian Shaohan was nearly driven mad by the prickly Zheng Lu Hua.
He said through gritted teeth, "You said it yourself, don't regret it!"
"Whoever regrets it is a grandson!" Zheng Lu Hua said with a laugh.
Jian Shaohan was extremely angry, but looking at her beaming face, he suddenly realized, was she serious?
He suppressed his anger and asked, "Do you really want to break up?"
Zheng Lu Hua smiled and said, "Of course, I remember you were the one who said it first. Don't tell me you're regretting it now."
Jian Shaohan's expression changed, and the denial came out instantly, "Of course not."
Zheng Lu Hua was noncommittal; she probably understood the reason he was entangled with her now, nothing more than being unaccustomed to her cold shoulder.
But she's not pathetic either, having been dumped, yet still sticking her warm face to his cold butt.
Not right, perhaps in his eyes, she really is that pathetic.
