"Get out!"
Guan Ya rested both hands on the steering wheel and stared ahead, her profile icy and beautiful as she snapped coldly.
It had been a terrible night. Though she had coyly said she did not want to come, her somewhat youthful outfit revealed how she truly felt inside.
Deep down, she had been looking forward to this dinner.
Yet the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. She had not been the star of tonight's dinner—a baffling yin corpse had been. Nor had she, like most girls visiting her boyfriend's home for the first time, received a warm welcome from his family.
They had not even bothered to ask about her age or family background.
If she had been some young girl, she would have curled up in the car and cried by now. Guan Ya was not a young girl; she simply felt wronged.
"Get out!"
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing stubbornly refuse to move, Guan Ya repeated herself more forcefully.
After venting her temper, she took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, Yuanshi. I'm in a bad mood right now. Please get out. We can talk about anything tomorrow."
Guan Ya's expression and tone had returned to normal. She had controlled her emotions well.
But the calmer she was, the less Zhang Yuanqing could leave. According to his life coach, the lovey-dovey state of his relationship with Guan Ya was entirely the lingering aftereffect of the outfit's price that day.
That lingering heat could either build and ferment, or cool and fade away. It all depended on how he handled it.
If he did not resolve this today, she would definitely shake off his hand when he tried to hold it tomorrow. If he flirted with her again the day after, she would surely smile and steer the