"Just give me a straight answer, are you 'Doesn't Like Cilantro' or not?"
Zhang Beixing regained his composure after a brief moment of distraction, looking at Chen Rourou with irritation. What was this woman doing here, winking at him like that? What was her game? Her backup ran off, leaving her alone, so now she thought she could seduce him with some damsel-in-distress act? Ha! Too little, too late! Did she really think such a pathetic trick could shake his iron will? Zhang Beixing scoffed internally.
Noticing his increasingly hostile attitude, Chen Rourou shrank back, growing even more timid. The more intimidated she felt, the less she dared to speak.
Seeing her submissive and fearful demeanor, Zhang Beixing sneered coldly. You little trickster, trying to play dumb to get away with this, huh? Fine!
