He knew how it felt to be worried about personal gains and losses.
But what could he do?
Even if she was an ingrate, he still liked her.
He was going to be eaten up by this ingrate for the rest of his life.
Qiao Mianmian was unhappy. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down. "Mo Yesi, make it clear. How am I an ingrate? Am I not good to you?"
"Mm, good, very good." Mo Yesi nodded.
"Then, why do you call me an ingrate?"
"Alright, I was wrong." Mo Yesi knew that if she made a fuss, there would be no end to it. Hence, he didn't even explain and just raised the white flag. "You're not an ingrate, I am."
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
"No." Qiao Mianmian was stubborn. "You have to make things clear. How am I an ingrate?"
Mo Yesi was speechless.
"Didn't I say that I was wrong?"
"You didn't mean it!"
"…"
"You admitted your mistake, but I know you still think I'm an ingrate!"
"…"
