"Watch your tone." Lu Yi lazily tapped his finger on his knee, "This attitude when gossiping won't do."
Lin Qinqin turned her head and looked out the car window, "Fine, don't say anything."
"Lin Qinqin, why is your temper getting worse and worse?"
"Being nice to you hasn't brought me any benefits."
Lu Yi snorted coldly, "How come I never noticed you were so sharp-tongued before?"
What was Lin Qinqin like in the past?
A gentle and delicate hothouse flower, with a good temper and a soft personality, following him around every day, going east when he said so, never daring to go west.
Not to mention losing her temper, she never even raised her voice at him.
Now, her temper has definitely grown.
She's really like a completely different person from before.
Lin Qinqin closed her eyes; did he know about the past?
Thinking carefully, what was she like in the past?
Lin Qinqin found that she didn't want to recall it at all; that memory, that time was all her unbearable past.
