That day, Li Zaijun was in her room again, holding a tissue, snot and tears streaming as she said:
"This jerk! This scumbag, pretending to turn over a new leaf, what a joke, I'm done with him for good." As she spoke, she couldn't help but start sobbing again.
Wen Xian kept exclaiming in sympathy, pulling the young girl into her arms, comforting her against her shoulder:
"Your skills in this game are too weak. You went to his apartment and bumped into his ex-girlfriend, and you didn't make a peep—didn't you just make that woman look down on you?"
While Li Zaijun's eyes swelled red and teary, she wiped her nose with a tissue and stammered between sobs: "Then, what should I do?"
Wen Xian sighed:
"If it were me, wouldn't I just walk up confidently with a smile, chest out, head high, grab his arm, declare my territory, and really give her a good show of affection? It's just, unfortunately..."
"Unfortunate what...?" Her hoarse voice was filled with curiosity.
