An Rui watched Zhou Li's back disappear from the apartment opposite. She gritted her teeth, threw off her high heels, and went into the living room to fall on the sofa.
Facing Zhou Li, she felt a sense of helplessness.
He had a completely different personality from Shen Mingxiu. If she had spoken in that tone just now, she and Shen Mingxiu would probably be arguing until sparks flew in the air!
However, no matter how unreasonable she was, Zhou Li did not seem to care about her.
Was he like this to every girl?
An Rui hugged her head in frustration and rubbed her hair.
After about ten minutes, an undeniable fragrance of instant noodles wafted into her nose.
Zhou Li came over with the cooked instant noodles.
An Rui pretended not to see it and lay on the sofa, looking out of the French windows.
Zhou Li said, "The noodles are ready."
"No."
"I put my own braised beef slices."