"Mei~ Wait for me~"
Yu Minglang chased out of the pharmacy with a bag.
Qian pretended not to know him and walked slowly ahead. She really couldn't walk fast; she felt like she had a torn wound.
"Don't be mad." He caught up and took her hand.
"What am I mad about?" she retorted.
"You're mad... that you don't like fruit flavor? I told them to change it to chocolate..."
Qian rolled her eyes.
See, she knew this guy's brain wasn't on the same wavelength as hers.
Forget it, getting angry with this type of guy is not worth it.
Qian thought if someone wants to live comfortably, they definitely shouldn't add woes to themselves, like not being angry with a man like Yu Minglang who could never understand a woman's logic.
The night market wasn't crowded, Qian saw a stall by the roadside with a shooting game offering prizes. A couple was playing but seemed to win nothing; the girl punched the boy with her fist, and he left angrily while the girl chased after him.
