"Oh my god..."
Zhang Yu felt as if needles were stabbing his brain.
He stared at the woman before him in disbelief, as though he were looking at a monster that had escaped from a mental hospital.
Was there a giant sinkhole in this woman's head?
Not only was Jiang Luohan impervious to reason, she could actually interpret his words as "love"?
"Was I not clear enough, or is she selectively deaf?"
Looking at Jiang Luohan's smug expression, as if she'd already seen right through him, Zhang Yu felt utterly helpless.
Could I really have been such a shameless simp before that I'd mutated her thought process?
Zhang Yu was about to go insane.
In two lifetimes, he'd never met anyone with such an inflated opinion of herself.
"Fine, you're amazing. Your logic is unbeatable."
Zhang Yu gave up trying to communicate with words. He felt that if he kept talking to her, his IQ would be dragged down.
Seeing Zhang Yu fall silent, Jiang Luohan thought she'd once again gotten her hooks into his weakness. A calculating glint flashed through her eyes.
She immediately put on a tearful, pitiful expression and began her performance:
"Zhang Yu, I know you're hurting. If you really hate me, then go ahead and beat me to vent your anger.
"As long as it makes you feel better, what does a little physical pain matter to me?"
She spread her arms and even closed her eyes slightly, striking a saintly pose that seemed to say, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" Then, in a solemn voice, she said:
"I'll bear all the pain myself. I only ask that you don't take it out on Xiao Heng or the Marquis Estate, all right?"
Zhang Yu had been suffering from a splitting headache, but