Zhou Lu's face was ashen, and he scoffed, "I'm dirty? If I'm really dirty, you're not much cleaner."
Su Jian lifted her heavy eyelids and gave him a sidelong glance, "I'm much cleaner than you. I don't switch girlfriends more frequently than I change clothes like you do."
Zhou Lu saw her pale and terrible complexion and frowned even deeper, "Stop talking."
The stubborn side of Su Jian emerged, "I have to say it. Those three years I was abroad, you were clearly enjoying life without me in the country. My absence didn't affect you at all. With that being the case, why bother coming to hassle me..."
Zhou Lu was intently driving, but the darkness in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if he meant something deeper, "You didn't enjoy yourself abroad then?"
Su Jian suddenly groaned in discomfort, "Take me home..."
It seemed her period had come early, and it had stained her pants.