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None of Lu Zhaoyang's raging words stirred up a thing in Huo Yunting. He remained smiling, like a pierrot towards his fooled audience. She could shout, smash the table, hit the ground all she wanted but there was nothing she could do. Eventually, the girl settled down as she said briefly, "Congratulations. You have gotten what you want." She then stormed outside before a thunderous slam was heard. He could even see the cups wobble on the plate.

Shameless? A jerk? 

Disappointed? 

Because I did whatever she said? 

Hah. What's there to disappoint when you never stopped hating me in the first place?

Huo Yunting buttoned up his shirt and headed downstairs nonchalantly. Lu Zhaoyang was not seen in the living room but his father was there, holding the report on the sofa.