"I really like you."
The words were somewhat dejected and carried a tinge of reluctant grievance.
He had the nerve to feel wronged? She was the one who felt wronged, "How many people do you actually like?" To like someone should be like her, right? With a thousand reasons to have an abortion, none could outweigh 'the bastard's father is Xue Gouzi', instead of acting like this dog, sowing seeds and forgetting all about it.
Ah, spit! What was she even thinking about? She wouldn't want this dog anyway!
The dog in question defended himself, "Just you."
Believe that? Pregnant Fang's emotions were all over the place, easily angered and prone to explosions, "If I believe you, I'm a pig, I'm a dog, I'm a damn turtle!"
After cursing, Pregnant Fang hung up the call.
Mr. Fang heard the noise from outside and asked, "Who are you arguing with?"
She replied, "A dog!"
