Damn!
Qiao Chuchu glared at Wang Ziqing. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?
Why would she be jealous for no reason?
She doesn't even like him. What's there to be jealous about?
Are men nowadays all so self-absorbed and dramatic?
"I never get jealous," Qiao Chuchu said as she glared at Wang Ziqing.
Suddenly, she wondered if he had escaped from some mental hospital.
"Then let me go find someone else," Wang Ziqing said.
Qiao Chuchu glared at him, "Isn't that what you like?"
"Then why are you angry?" Wang Ziqing asked again.
Qiao Chuchu chuckled sarcastically, looking at Wang Ziqing with a fake smile, "Should I clap and applaud you for being right? Should I tell you I'm proud to save fabric for the country?"
Wang Ziqing said, "…You certainly could save the country a lot of fabric."
Qiao Chuchu: "…"
She only wanted to kick Wang Ziqing down the stairs now.
"You can go now," Qiao Chuchu said.
"Then I'm really going," Wang Ziqing said.
