Qiao Yin didn't believe it: "Why would he suddenly say all these things to you? Lu Lingche, are you lying to me again? You can't tell the truth!"
Lu Lingche gritted his teeth: "I want to take his project from him. He's saying all these things to agonize me on purpose!"
"Impossible, he knows I hate you and you hate me. Why would he try to get under your skin by sending me flowers?"
Lu Lingche was stumped.
Did she say that he hated her?
Since when?
How could he possibly keep coming to see her if he really hated her?
Oh, right, she said he came to her to vent.
After a while, he finally spoke: "Dongfang Mu is an angelic bitch, you're no longer allowed to be his assistant."
Qiao Yin sneered: "Dongfang Mu is just a bit spoiled, he's not the angelic bitch, it's Lan Yuyi, the woman you're marrying!"
Lu Lingche frowned slightly: "She's not like that."