Women are so troublesome; if you say one wrong thing, they'll turn on you in an instant.
Even if you have a high IQ and are a top student, when it comes to dealing with them, it's like a scholar meeting a soldier—no reasoning can get through.
Xu Jinyan was reveling in schadenfreude when the next second he saw his brother pull her back.
Xu Jiayan: "Didn't you say you weren't angry?"
Jiang Yuan: "Who said I was angry? I'm not angry at all." It was as if she believed that if she didn't acknowledge it, then it didn't happen.
Xu Jiayan imprisoned her waist with his hands, forcing her to face him as he said, "If you're not angry, then why are you ignoring me?"
Then Jiang Yuan realized and asked, "Brother Yan, did you do that on purpose?"
Xu Jiayan's lips curved up slightly: "Otherwise, how would I know if someone is saying one thing but feeling another?"
The girl glared at him, puffed up with anger. This man is too bad!
