Now, as she looked at him, her eyes were a barren wasteland.
"Qiao Xia, don't forget, you used me for revenge, you betrayed me first. I didn't settle accounts with you, consider yourself lucky. Can you remember a slap for a lifetime?"
"Right, I used you, I betrayed you, I hurt you. So, Mr. Mu, why did you save me? If you wanted to sever our ties, you should have acted like it. Don't make it look as though you're fond of me." Qiao Xia looked at him indifferently, "It's really unbecoming."
"Qiao Xia!" Mu Liang bellowed, his proud heart filled with an uncomfortable pain, "Will you only be able to forget this if I chop off this hand?"
"Oh, then chop it off."
Mu Liang took a deep breath, just about to speak, when the waiter brought the dishes, looking terrified, as if he really was going to find a knife to chop off his own hand in a crazed manner. The waiter said, "If you two have issues, please take them outside. We have many other customers dining here."
