"How am I not useful?" Kang Anhe was slowly turning glum. A man was angriest when a woman said he was useless. That was simply a destructive form of insult. "How would you know if you haven't tried?"
Duoyao blinked. She was bewildered. She had already made it so subtle. Why must he still be angry? He was making her fearful of going on any further.
"Tell me." Kang Anhe took a step closer to her. He was taller than Duoyao but ever since she got with Yan Molun, Duoyao felt his height was just average. "Am I inadequate in any way? I've said it before—you can just tell me. I can change. If you like wild types, I can go to the gym every day to train my muscles."
Duoyao felt like crying. What on earth did he want? "I already said I don't like you. Why must you keep forcing me? Honestly, Young Master Kang, I feel that you don't really like me that much. It might be just because you can't get me."