He was mentally prepared, but it was not enough. Di Fuyi felt that he had been very kind to Gu Xijiu; he treated her better than all of the women that he had ever met, and yet she was still complaining about him. What was wrong with being calculative?
If he had been any less calculative, he would be long dead in this brutal world. He would certainly not have lived long enough to be sitting down with her today. Di Fuyi could not help but feel bad. However, there was still a chance. Now that she had confessed what she actually thought about him, he should take this chance and go for more.
"If you dislike me so much, why did you insist on taking me as your disciple? To make us hate each other even more? It is torture for both of us, isn't it? Let's do it. Remove me as your disciple."
"No."