Nan Zhi shook off Bo Shaoxiu's hand and continued moving. But Bo Shaoxiu's tall body soon blocked her again.
"Zhizhi, I want to talk to you."
Nan Zhi looked at Bo Shaoxiu's eyes, which were bloodshot like he had a number of sleepless nights. She frowned and said with a cold expression, "We have nothing to talk about."
"I'm going to marry Nan Yao."
"Congratulations."
When she congratulated him, there was no hint of longing or reluctance in her eyes. There was only cold indifference.
A pained expression flashed past Bo Shaoxiu's brown eyes and he said in a hoarse voice, "If you agree to get back together with me, I can call off the wedding. I don't mind if you have a child…"
There was a look of mockery in her eyes. "Bo Shaoxiu, you think too highly of yourself. Three-legged toads are hard to find but two-legged men are everywhere! Why should I take the leftover dregs of Nan Yao?"