Su Jian frowned deeply, her face stubborn as she declared, "I'm not wrong."
His gaze hardened, and he leaned down to kiss her, seemingly wanting to use this method as a form of punishment and revenge.
But Su Jian sensed it somehow and deftly dodged.
"Is that all you can think about?" she said with contempt and disdain.
She wasn't anything special, and Zhou Lu hadn't stayed late at work for several nights, simply engaging in that kind of activity.
Zhou Lu's temper also flared, and with furrowed brows, he said in an unfriendly tone, "You got drunk with a man, do you think there's any reason in that?"
"Zhang Lulu was there too, and besides, we weren't at a bar. There were so many people in the barbecue restaurant, what's wrong with us drinking?"