Wan Donglin was exasperated. But what could one do with a woman who seemed to have lost her senses?
This was clearly a case of misplaced anger.
He was truly caught in the crossfire.
How was he to know beforehand that Huang Xiaojue would show up at the door? Though, if he had known beforehand, he definitely would have stayed.
He just held her, coaxing softly, "Don't cry, don't cry. It's not a big deal."
"Isn't it just a breakup? In a lifetime, who doesn't break up seven or eight times? Even ten or more times is nothing…"
What did he mean, 'ten or more times is nothing'?
"I've broken up with beauties dozens of times. If I cried like you every time, I probably wouldn't have survived this long..."
She pushed him away, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him. "Go away! Just go! Who asked you to stay here? Damn you!"
He didn't have time to dodge and was hit squarely by the pillow.
"Hey, Miss, you're the one who owes me a meal. Why are you turning the tables and blaming me?"
