Shen Hanqian was so angry that her hands were trembling, and she turned her head to face him again. "Do you think I'm like you? I'm the one who can't differentiate between public and private affairs!"
Xiao Qingcang stopped the car, opened the door, and got out.
He walked up to her, trying to grab her hand.
She suddenly stepped back to avoid his touch. "Don't touch me!"
Xiao Qingcang didn't give up, still grabbed her, and hugged her into his arms. "Don't be mad!"
Shen Hanqian struggled violently, tearing and venting her frustration on him with kicks, stomps, and punches. "Xiao Qingcang, you're nothing but a cold-blooded animal, flipping through books faster than flipping your face, you're simply a machine, a fleshless cold-blooded creature!"
"Heh..." Xiao Qingcang, being brutally treated by her, couldn't help but laugh instead of getting angry. "You first call me a machine, then a cold-blooded animal? Isn't that a contradiction?"
