C164 How to Judge a Woman's Anger(1)

"Resign."

"No."

A conversation like this would happen once a week, and now she was numb to it.

If she did not like it, she would not look at it. Jiaang Xin peeled the apple peel and glanced at Zhang Teng.

He was flipping through the magazine that he had just sent over. There was a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

He was purely asking for it