I will survive it...
"It seems I won't be able to accompany you any longer."
Lora's face twitched at Lear's words. This guy was definitely toying around with her on purpose.
"I remembered some urgent work…" Lear said with a difficult smile.
Lora's expression didn't change a bit. She was clearly pissed off. Lear had first asked her for it and now that she had come out to personally treat him, he was refusing. What did that mean?
"I am sorry, how about tomorrow? You can treat me tomorrow…" Lear said with a smile.
"Huh? Tomorrow? Who said that? I am already treating you and now you have refused. Our deal is over." Lora said with a slight hint of anger in her voice.
"You can't do that!" Lear said with wide eyes.
"Yes, I can." Lora replied as she turned around and began to walk with heavy steps clearly fuming in anger, "I have come this far, I might as well eat before going."
Lear saw her going but didn't follow after her, but instead, he turned his head around and looked behind.