Hua Cheng spat out the food stuck in his throat.
"ARGH—"
The girl clenched and unclenched her fists in the air. She didn't dare open her mouth, merely glaring at Hua Cheng with eyes blazing with fire.
Hua Cheng took the glass of water An Ning handed him, took a few sips, then looked at the girl across from him and spoke.
"Mao Piaopiao, I see you're really getting ahead of yourself!"
"Who the hell do you think you are, coming here? What do we have to do with each other? When the hell did I ever say you were my woman?!"
"If I'd actually flirted with you, I'd own up to it. But I haven't given you the time of day, from start to finish! What are you doing here, putting on airs? You really think you're someone special, don't you?"
When he wasn't facing An Ning, Hua Cheng fully recovered the swagger and sharp tongue of a young master of Beijing.
