"Humph! I didn't expect you to look so decent, but talk so viciously, so hurtful? Just like a gossipy woman. I really thought too highly of you back then!"
Wang Xiaomin was still fuming. The type of men she hated most in her life were those who spoke filth.
Those who usually put on a facade of integrity, a set on the surface, and another set behind the scenes, were the most disgusting.
Wang Xiaomin had seen many such people.
"Hey hey hey. I say, young lady, that's enough boasting. You curse me like this. I've apologized too. No need to be so sharp-tongued, right?" Lin Zifeng got anxious, pulled out a cigarette and lazily lit it in the car, then took a deep inhale slowly.
Girls like this need some disciplining. Proper teaching is needed to understand what is reasonable and fair.
Lin Zifeng had seen quite a lot of girls, but like Wang Xiaomin, who seek help and curse at the same time, he truly had seen very few.
Damn it, is seeking help so self-righteous now?
