Watching Zhou Yihang's complex, hypocritical expression, Qin Fan sneered. He shook his head in disdain and asked an unrelated question, "You want this grass?"
"Ahem, well, I noticed this grass looks quite unusual. I was thinking about transplanting some to my garden!" Zhou Yihang said with an unnatural, dry laugh.
This hypocrite could never be sincere, torn between his guilt toward Qin Chu and his own greedy, ungrateful actions. For Qin Fan, his dislike wasn't about the canceled wedding. Even if Zhou Xueman were to throw herself at him, the Qin Fan of this life wouldn't give her the time of day. He despised Zhou Yihang for being an ingrate—for his shameless and ungrateful nature. Ever since Qin Fan's family was driven from their home, Zhou Yihang's attitude toward Qin Chu had grown cold. He barely even contacted him anymore. He had completely forgotten how he got his start and how Qin Chu had treated him in college.
