Qu Chaozong stared at Zhang Xin, a sudden surge of irritation flaring up inside him: "I've told you, I'm not interested in you."
Zhang Xin, with her hands in her pockets, her handbag slung on her wrist, slightly raised her chin: "Why?"
Qu Chaozong, infuriated: "Why so many whys?"
Zhang Xin raised an eyebrow: "Are you afraid that if we are actually together, you'll fall in love with me, so you never dare accept me?"
Qu Chaozong's gaze was threatening: "Stop trying to provoke me, it won't work!"
Qu Chaozong warned: "I'll say it one last time, I'll help you hail a cab, you go home, or else, you can stand here alone on the street!"
On a cold winter night, fine snowflakes began to drift down from the sky. Despite the snow, the weather was actually less cold.
Zhang Xin stared in disbelief, watching Qu Chaozong turn into the street ahead without looking back, he really left her by the roadside all alone late at night.
