Lin Minhao's voice was neither loud nor quiet, sarcastic yet loud enough for Zhao Mengmeng to hear.
She immediately stopped walking toward the counter, her fingers tightening slightly, crumpling the banknotes in her hand.
Zhao Mengmeng's face darkened as she slowly turned around to meet Lin Minhao's provocative gaze.
"Who are you talking about?" Her voice was ice-cold and bone-chilling, the anger in her eyes startling Lin Minhao for a moment.
Quickly, Lin Minhao composed himself.
Pfft, just a woman, and an unrespectable one at that, what's there to be afraid of?
"Whoever acts rashly, I'm talking about them," Lin Minhao raised his eyebrows and replied mockingly.
Such a woman, he would never want to marry no matter what.
Secretly, Lin Minhao resolved, no matter what, he wouldn't!
"For a man who has slept with countless women but demands his wife to be a virgin, this is already hypocrisy," Zhao Mengmeng chuckled softly and turned to leave.
