Du Lai's face must have looked terrible, as Fu Miaoxue frowned and said unhappily:
"What kind of look is that? What? Can't I throw them? Get it straight, those fruits had bugs! I didn't throw them on purpose, so why the face?!"
Du Lai took a deep breath...
And another deep breath.
He gripped the dagger in his hand, staring at Fu Miaoxue, feeling that the worst thing in the world was encountering this woman!
No matter how much determination he had to persist, he feared he would be dragged down by her!
"Miss..." Du Lai looked at her coldly, asking hoarsely, "Do you think we're in the Maldives, on vacation?"
Fu Miaoxue: "..."
After two seconds of silence, Fu Miaoxue's gaze turned cold too, "Are you mocking me? Just because I threw away those fruits? Du Lai, do you have a death wish?"
