Jiahui's eyes widened slightly. "Your man? Who's your man? Why would I steal your man?"
Guan Tang stared at Jiahui silently and unblinkingly.
Then, realization dawned on Jiahui. She said with a scoff, "Oh, I get it now. You're referring to Cheng Che, right? So you were just pretending to be calm. Why bother? You should've just said that you like Cheng Che and asked me to give him to you. Wouldn't that be easier?"
With this, Guan Tang's expression finally changed.
Jiahui continued to say, "Naturally, even if you asked, I wouldn't give him to you."
Smack!
Guan Tang slapped Jiahui's face hard.
Jiahui's head was knocked to the side, and her ears began to ring. Nonetheless, she still said with a smile, "Aren't you tired of pretending? What a hypocrite. Let me tell you. You won't be able to win over Cheng Che with this kind of behavior. He hates hypocrites and people who put on air the most. In other words, you're the kind of person he hates."
