บท 1971: Where Did that Little bast*rd Come from?

"Is that so?" Shen Manting slammed her chopsticks down firmly. "Is this a decent way to talk to me?"

Shen Luo'an threw a glance at her chopsticks and said coldly with a darkened expression, "Do you have to hurl such words at me?"

His blood began to boil.

His whole body seemed to be fuming as his angry eyes glared at her.

Shen Manting stared at Shen Luo'an. She couldn't help it - she instinctively saw the man in front of her as the man who once regarded her as a submissive doormat and sexual plaything.

In a sarcastic tone, she said with a sneer, "So... this is indeed the real Shen Luo'an."

Shen Luo'an squinted his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"You've been putting up a pretense for an entire month. Aren't you tired of faking?" Shen Manting stood up to leave.