"What pretty boy? Zheng Lu Hua was speechless at Jian Shaohan's logic."
"Yes, in his mind, only he can smoothly interact with other women. If there's a man around her, he feels she's about to cheat."
She coldly laughed and said, "Even if I really liked him, what does it have to do with you? Also, he's not a pretty boy, at least he's better than you, a spoiled rich kid living under your parents' shadow."
Jian Shaohan's face almost twisted hearing her words, "You think I'm worse than him?"
Zheng Lu Hua knew he's all about saving face and hates being called a freeloader, but she was truly fed up with his arrogance and entanglements.
"Exactly, when others call you Mr. Jian, you think they're respecting you? No, they do it out of regard for your parents. You have no idea how many people mock you for being a wastrel behind your back."
Jian Shaohan looked at Zheng Lu Hua's sarcastic expression, feeling fuming inside.
"Zheng Lu Hua, I dare you to say that again!"
