Gu Jiahui's action was extremely ambiguous, making Sheng Tang's expression harden.
She raised her eyes, a hint of coldness added to them: "Flirting openly, do you really see yourself as a little rascal?"
Gu Jiahui showed no annoyance at all.
He suddenly leaned closer to Sheng Tang, his voice low and seductive: "Being a little rascal gets you the meat. Someone like Gu Shiting, acting all gentlemanly, gets nothing. Tangtang, I will win your heart first."
Sheng Tang gave him a sidelong glance.
All his affectionate sweet talk was like dog food; Sheng Tang felt none of it.
She continued to look at him coldly: "So, what about your heart? You left it with Yang Mingming but want to get mine? Not satisfied being a backup, and now you want another backup to balance your heart?"
Mentioning Yang Mingming seemed to touch a raw nerve, like his treasure had been handled by someone else. He resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on, ready to explode.
