"It's best you don't remember a single word of what you heard!" His face was ashen with anger. He had just said those things in a fit of rage while talking to his grandfather; he didn't want to casually be with a woman who had ulterior motives!
This statement was somewhat contradictory. If he didn't like being with women who had ulterior motives, then what about Xia Qingqian? Was she any different? She was originally with him for money. Did she only care about his money? Could she not just be like those other vain women; were they all the same kind of people?
Thinking of this, Beitang Yao felt a heavy pressure on his chest. He really didn't want this to be the answer.
"Who wants to remember your things? I don't have the free time to remember such pointless things." She retorted defiantly, as Beitang Yao cared so much about her knowing certain matters—was she really so insignificant in his mind? Even hearing a few sentences led him to threaten her to forget them.
