Sheng Qianchi slowly stood up straight, staring at the woman's back, his thin lips slightly parted, "Gu Jiayin?"
The tone was rather cold; although not loud, it conveyed his displeasure.
Gu Jiayin chose silence, often silence is more damaging than open confrontation.
Sheng Qianchi tucked his hands into his pajama pockets, repeatedly lowering his voice to a colder tone, "I've never met a woman so ungrateful!"
Gu Jiayin sneered slightly, then sat up, hugging the quilt and looking at the tall, cold-toned man standing there.
"I've never seen a man so arrogant and foolish."
"What did you say?"
Sheng Qianchi almost spat out the words through clenched teeth. Calling him arrogant, he admitted, but calling him foolish...
Is he that stupid with his brilliant mind?
