Halfway through the dance, Qiao An suddenly pushed Lu Yin away.
The warmth in his arms was instantly gone, leaving Lu Yin bewildered and his embrace empty.
He looked up to see Qiao An anxiously tugging at her hair, her cheeks flushed as she muttered, "No, I can't let him off so easily... I need to go teach him a lesson."
Men can't be coddled; the more you coddle, the more of a jerk they become!
Everything that happened until now, he didn't give an explanation, not a single call, not even a text.
He's obviously the one at fault, so why is he so calm while she's here feeling like her heart's on fire?
No, I can't let him off just like that.
Qiao An turned and ran, and behind her, Lu Yin's anxious voice called out, "Baobei, it's cold outside, don't forget your shawl..."
However, Qiao An was in such a hurry to go back and confront him that she couldn't hear what he said.
