With a picky glance, he sneered, "So now you're trying to work hard, huh? What were you doing all this time? Anyway, you're graduating next year, no matter how hard you try it's useless. You might as well think about the wedding."
Xue Lingxue no longer exploded at the slightest provocation like before, instead she treated Zhang Jingxuan like air and buried herself in her books.
His provocation felt like a punch to a cotton ball, not only ineffective but also quite ridiculous.
He chuckled twice coldly, simply sat down leisurely, waiting—he didn't believe Xue Lingxue really got smart and knew about ambition, she must be pretending!
Thinking this way, he sat there for an hour, even ordered coffee and desserts delivered.
Yet Xue Lingxue remained as motionless as a meditating monk.
