"Who's friends with you?" She really had some nerve.
Cen Mohan simply took it as her acting coy. With a smile at the corner of his lips, he remained as agreeable as ever. "How about we go eat together later?"
"Some other time!" Su Qiao refused decisively.
It wasn't because she was concerned about Wang Zhiyao, who was still over there looking furious. She simply didn't want to let him get his way so quickly.
She had heard that when a man was pursuing a woman, the higher the costs—in money, time, and effort—the less likely he was to break up or divorce in the end.
It was like a woman's handbag. If it was an international brand worth hundreds of thousands or even millions, she would definitely take it home and carefully cherish it, being extraordinarily cautious about scratching or damaging it.
But if it was merely something bought from a street stall, she would probably toss it aside as soon as she got home, not caring whether it got dirty or ripped.
After all, the cost was low. If it got dirty or damaged, she could simply throw it away without regret.
Although she was confident that this man would never "get off halfway," there was plenty of time anyway. Putting him to the test a little wouldn't hurt.
Cen Mohan frowned, and his mood immediately plummeted.
Was she still going to keep dealing with that Wang Zhiyao today?
He endured it for a while, struggling to suppress the irritation surging inside him.
"Having fun is fine, but don't take it too far. Some men have no class."
There were plenty of men overseas who flew into a rage and hit women.
Of course, there were plenty in the country too. Domestic violence happened all the time.
Su