Wei Heyun snorted coldly, mimicking Zhou Yun by folding his arms across his chest and said, "You know I'm angry, yet you don't come after me?"
Zhou Yun sneered speechlessly, "Get your priorities straight, why should I come after you?"
"You made me angry!" Wei Heyun emphasized.
Zhou Yun hissed curiously, "Wait a second, Wei Heyun, let me ask you, have you always had people coaxing you whenever you got angry from your childhood? No matter if you were right or wrong, everything just revolved around you."
Wei Heyun detected strong sarcasm in Zhou Yun's words.
"What are you trying to say?"
"What I'm saying is if you want someone to coax you, go find someone else. I'm not planning on indulging your temperament," Zhou Yun declared coldly. "Of course, as the so-called friend you emphasized, out of moral duty, I'll also tell you this: speak properly, don't be like a child losing your temper all the time. I'm not your nanny, not obliged to keep you happy."
