When he made the cut back then, he only felt indifferent. Yet now, after all this time, he actually felt pain.
What a joke—
Lowering his eyes halfway, he concealed the darkness within them.
"Use chopsticks. I'm done eating with my hands like an animal."
"You lunatic!" Mo Lan shot back with three sharp words.
After that, Qi Ruigang didn't give her any more trouble, and Mo Lan dutifully fed him the meal.
Once he finished eating, she was just about to stand up and leave.
Qi Ruigang suddenly asked, "Do you hate me?"
Mo Lan stared at him coldly, saying nothing. She didn't need to reply—her eyes held all the answer he needed.
Of course, she hated him. If she didn't hate him, she wouldn't be human.
Qi Ruigang realized he'd asked a stupid question.
His expression darkened again, though this time it wasn't anger directed at her. He wasn't sure what exactly he was upset about.
Without saying a word, Mo Lan left without a trace of hesitation.
