Thinking back, she still felt sad.
It was probably the kind of despair where a lonely person had lost her last hope of warmth.
Zheng Yan blinked and pulled herself out of the memories. She shook her head to answer Mo Yongheng.
"There is no use. If beating him up would work, I would have crippled him long ago."
"…"
This time, Mo Yongheng was stunned.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Hey, what do you mean? I threw my handbag at him, didn't you see?" Speaking of this, Zheng Yan turned to see that her handbag was still on the floor.
The white handbag was dirty. It was probably spoiled.
"There, it's still there. If Zheng Hao still dares to mess with me, I may consider changing to a metal handbag. I would smash his head with it!"
"…"
Mo Yongheng watched her as she described it vividly. He could tell that she was covering up her sadness with a smile, but he did not expose it.