This man's brand of fairness was completely inhuman.
A transaction required no sentiment, just like spending money on goods.
It was ruthless, yet perfectly fair.
Mi Feifei thought she had long grown accustomed to this.
But for some reason, hearing Lu Xize say that now, a feeling she had never experienced before surged within her.
It was the anger of having her kindness trampled upon.
And a pain as if her heart had been pierced by something sharp.
Mi Feifei knew. 'It was probably because I rushed over here in such a hurry that Lu Xize felt a flicker of gratitude.'
'And gratitude, to put it bluntly, is a kind of emotional debt. He, Lu Xize, never owed anyone anything, so he was repaying this debt in his usual way.'
'This man was as inhuman as ever.'
Suppressing the anger and pain in her heart, Mi Feifei forced a smile. "Is that so? Well, I'll have to give it some serious thought. You can't expect me to come up with something on the spot. How about you owe me for now?"
