The Chinese language is rich and profound. Just by adding a couple of words, Qian completely changed the meaning.
Handle it meant letting Yu Minglang take care of it.
By adding two words, "you handle your own," it indicated there was still half a sentence left unsaid.
I'll handle mine.
Yu Minglang understood Qian's meaning and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure? We're about to get engaged. Don't you want to try on some dresses or something? Do you have time for this?"
"Promoting positive energy and hitting back at those who've bullied me doesn't take much time. I can spare some time for that."
Qian curled her lips into a smile. She's handling her business and so far, no one has bullied her without facing her revenge.
"Xiaoqiang, don't you have something to say to me?"
"Keep it measured, just vent your anger. Don't go too far. As long as I can cover it, feel free to vent."
