He couldn’t even look? Long Chen speechlessly turned away, focusing on his wine.

“Why aren’t you looking at me, huh?! Have I ruined your beautiful dream of romance?! Are you cursing me inside?! What, I can’t cry? Whether I’m crying or smiling, you’re definitely laughing at me inside, aren’t you?!” raged Beitang Rushuang.

Now Long Chen began to sweat. So he couldn’t not look either. As expected, he couldn’t reason with women. It was something that had nothing to do with cultivation base.

“I don’t remember laughing at anyone in my life. I’m not qualified to do that,” said Long Chen. He then turned back to his wine.

It seemed that Long Chen’s response was satisfactory, as Beitang Rushuang also sat back down. Now that Nangong Zuiyue had left, it was just the two of them in the tent. The atmosphere was a bit strange.

“Am I very unreasonable?” sighed Beitang Rushuang.

“Not being reasonable is very normal for a woman, especially a woman...