"You were just worried sick about him," Xu Changqing couldn't help but retort. With another forceful shrug, she threw off Shen Weimin's arm from her shoulder and strode away, taking two or three steps at a time.
'Is she angry?'
'Did I piss her off?'
Shen Weimin gave a silent, wry smile. Tossing out a "You go on ahead," he hurried after her. "Are you mad? I wasn't finished talking. You have to at least let me explain."
'Showing off your long legs!'
"Don't be angry. I was wrong, okay?"
'You're not wrong. You're the smart one. Smart people are never wrong. The one who's wrong is the big idiot—me, the one who couldn't see through your pack of lies and worried for nothing!'
"Slow down. I was wrong. I'll accept my punishment, alright? It's not like you don't know what kind of person he is. I was just upset and wanted to find you, but you ignored me."
