Zhuang Chujiao was completely taken aback, not expecting Jiang Yutai to suddenly erupt.
Covering her face, she looked up at him with an incredulous expression, "Brother Yutai, what did I do wrong?"
Jiang Yutai yanked open the collar of his shirt, looking at her with contempt, as if he were gazing at something filthy, "You're asking me what you did wrong?"
He sat down on the sofa, leaning forward towards her, the smell of alcohol wafting onto Zhuang Chujiao's face, coldly saying, "Do you really need me to tell you how slutty and cheap you are?"
Zhuang Chujiao's face turned pale, her lips tightly bitten, tears welling up in her eyes, looking so pitiful.
"Brother Yutai, do you have to keep clinging to the past? I'm truly sincere with you now."
The Jiang Yutai from before might have believed her, but looking closely at her attitude before and now, she used to be proud and dismissive, whereas now she acts as if he were her world.
