"Pleasure to work with you my ass," I told her, both of you, I don’t like at all! Compared to her, I dislike you even more!"
That woman, despite shalessly moving into my uncle’s house and spouting a bunch of shaless, immoral nonsense at , had at least saved Youman... But what about this woman here? What has she ever done?
Thinks she deserves to have a pleasant cooperation with ?
Su Ying, who had thought she’d persuaded Han Zhijin, hadn’t even had ti to revel in her secret delight before being stunned by what Han Zhijin said next.
It took her a good while, and she still couldn’t quite believe her ears, "What did you... say?"
Han Zhijin replied without the slightest courtesy, "I said, just seeing you makes sick to my stomach, cooperating with you is worse than death!"
With each word from Han Zhijin more outrageous than the last, Su Ying’s face beca increasingly difficult to maintain, "Han Zhijin, that’s a bit too much, even for you!"
"You think what I said was just ’a bit too much’?" Han Zhijin scoffed, "If disfiguring your face weren’t illegal, let tell you, I would’ve taken a knife and sliced your face into a calico cat by now!"
"Of course, I’m not saying your face is ugly... on the contrary, I find your face incredibly beautiful. The only redeeming feature about you is that face of yours. It’s a sha, though, that even that face is stolen... Your body and brain truly don’t deserve it. To put it bluntly, it’s an insult to that face! I advise you, next ti you step outside, you better cover up your face to avoid bumping into and grossing out!"
In the midst of Han Zhijin’s unhesitant and smooth torrent of words, Su Ying’s eyes gradually reddened.
"Oh, about to cry? I advise you not to. Your tears don’t deserve to fall on that face!" Han Zhijin arched an eyebrow, brimming with contempt.
The tears that Su Ying had wanted to control began to fall, one after another.
Expecting a king but ending up with a bronze – it was just a few harsh words, and she couldn’t handle it...
Han Zhijin curled his lips in a sneer, let out a "heh," and then slamd on the gas pedal and left.
To think this face-thief dared to argue with him, how naïve!
You should know, in this world, only three people can beat in an argunt.
The first is my uncle. It’s not that I can’t beat him; I’ve never (dared to) try. I don’t know who’s more eloquent, him or . Of course, I’m also not brave enough to be curious about the result. The second is my auntie. Oddly enough, my auntie isn’t the type to have a sharp tongue, but ever since I was young, I just couldn’t win against her. The third is Song Youman, whom I’ve never thought about arguing with. Whatever Song Youman says goes... But now it seems it’s not three, it’s four... That Xia Wanwan, every ti I run into her, I can never win... It’s so strange, how does she always manage to hit my weak spot!
Sigh, if she weren’t so fixated on my uncle, I’d actually like to be friends with her... Su Ying ca to wanting to cooperate against her as if she viewed her as her number one rival. I rejected Su Ying, but what if Su Ying went to look for soone else? Should I take this chance to warn Xia Wanwan to be careful? Hmm... Never mind that. Each mber of the Han Family has wronged my auntie. I can’t wrong her further!
PS: I owe everyone an apology. I was so tired yesterday that I accidentally fell asleep and didn’t update as planned. I was supposed to arrive in Beijing this afternoon to catch up, but damn Beijing’s thunderstorms had trapped in the airport for ten hours, ten whole hours before I could finally take off and return ho. I accept your criticism and beating and will strive to write more to make it up!
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