Sheng Qianchi stared at Gu Jiayin for a few seconds, clearly not expecting her to dare swear in front of him.
So blunt, so vulgar.
Had he spoiled her too much, or were these wicked traits inherent in her all along?
His gaze flickered suddenly, his mind racing and unable to connect the woman before him with the tranquil, beautiful girl standing under a blooming pear tree with a raincoat and long black hair seven years ago.
Gu Jiayin, however, completely ignored Sheng Qianchi's shock, feeling instead a sense of revenge satisfaction, as if personally destroying something he treasured and hurting him.
She lightly brushed her long hair, raising her charmingly curved chin, her lips forming a beautiful smile, "Haha!" she laughed coarsely, "I'm a crude person."
The air inside the car froze for a moment.
"Haha!" Sheng Qianchi followed her with a wry smile, the amusement spreading from his lips to his eyes, "What a coincidence," he said, "I'm also a crude person."
