Qiao Jingchen retorted coldly, "What exactly do you want?"
"You rejected me last night, damn it, but now I want you," Zhuang Yuezhou shouted. "You seem to be asking for trouble."
"Zhuang Yuezhou, I'm not in the mood," Qiao Jingchen snapped. "Get out of my way."
"No."
Both of them were men, and both had strength.
Zhuang Yuezhou was physically strong, so naturally, it wasn't easy for Qiao Jingchen to resist and break free.
He looked at Qiao Jingchen and said, "Jingchen, you really shouldn't have messed with me."
"Get lost."
The next second, Zhuang Yuezhou grabbed Qiao Jingchen's belt. "Don't move."
Qiao Jingchen instantly tensed up. He was pinned down, unable to fight back, his mind in chaos, yet deep inside a surge of irritation rose.
Zhuang Yuezhou was just muddling through; he understood this long ago. He just wanted him to acknowledge Aunt Fu so this matter could be settled.
However, acknowledging relatives wasn't that easy.
He was in great pain.
