Tao Zhixiang snorted.
"Isn't it so? Someone always has a cold, distant face, acting all aloof and cool like an emperor keeping people at arm's length. But in reality, deep down inside, you're just a really tasteless guy!"
Chu Mucheng narrowed his eyes dangerously and tossed Tao Zhixiang onto the bed.
But this time, he was much gentler.
Yet, the next moment, he pounced heavily on her, fiercely demanding:
"Who are you calling tasteless? Huh?"
"Obviously you! Casually throwing things out the window, do you really think that's okay? Come on, throwing things from high-rises is a very uncivil behavior!"
Tao Zhixiang had wanted to say this for a while, and now she seized the opportunity to finally voice her thoughts.
Chu Mucheng was really grinding his teeth.
Does this woman ever know how to get to the point, and now she's even picking on that?
