Zhu Hong managed to hold her tongue for two seconds. “Can’t you be civil? Do you normally talk like that when you’re hitting on girls?” Zhao Yunlan finally glanced her way, only to provoke her further. “Do I look like I’m trying to hit on you?” She desperately wanted to slap him, but didn’t dare. All she could do was lash out viciously. “No wonder you blow every relationship you ever have. I hope you die single!”
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