He wore a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Jiang Ruan retorted, "It's you."
Bao Ye's tone turned heavy, "Stop messing around, Jiang Ruan."
"Can't we just have a proper meal?"
His voice was very cold, very heavy.
It was almost a commanding tone.
It felt like two different people compared to the tenderness in his voice on the phone earlier.
Jiang Ruan was already in a bad mood, and upon hearing this, her eyes instantly turned red. "Yeah, I'm the one messing around. Why am I messing around? Why am I angry? Do you understand?"
"You never cared about my feelings, did you?"
This argument came out of nowhere.
Bao Ye frowned, "Jiang Ruan..."
Before he could finish, Jiang Ruan pushed away his arms from her waist, "Don't touch me."
"You can eat slowly by yourself. I'm going back first."
Jiang Ruan stood up, but Bao Ye sat outside, blocking her way, showing no sign of getting up.
