Chi Xiaoyu didn't want to talk to him, silently packed up her sketchbook into her bag, and folded the mat.
Then she called out to Oscar, "The scenery isn't beautiful anymore, let's go home!"
"Chi Xiaoyu, don't you want to have a proper talk with me? Don't you want to know if there has been some misunderstanding? You clearly love me. Are you not afraid of regretting letting go and missing out on me?"
Cupping her hand on her abdomen, Chi Xiaoyu remembered Madam Gong's warning and felt coldness sweep through her heart again.
"If you talk about regret, I regret ever meeting you!"
Chi Xiaoyu turned and left.
"Baby Chi, let's go home!!" Gong Beiming suddenly called out again.
Chi Xiaoyu turned and gave him a disdainful look, "President Gong Da, can't you have some shame?"
Gong Beiming, with his arms crossed, proudly lifted his chin, "I was calling my dog!"
His finger pointed at the female Alaskan Malamute mingling with Oscar.
"Gong Beiming, you're ruthless!!!"