Had enough?
So her asking him to send Xiaolei away—a sensible and perfectly reasonable request—was, in his eyes, nothing but a childish tantrum.
Jiayi couldn't help but chuckle dismissively, too weary to even look at him and turning her face away.
His deep eyes narrowed, quickly catching the hint of mockery on her face, and he impatiently straightened her cheek: "What exactly do you want?"
She couldn't resist his strength and was forced to tilt her face upward, staring straight at him, her pupils like a pair of frosty blades.
Hadn't she already told him what she wanted?
She wanted him to send Xiaolei back to the country, but he refused.
Was there any need to repeat herself?
That would just make her feel even more undignified and pitiful in front of him.
If he was set on not listening, what use would it be for her to repeat herself a hundred times?
Since she couldn't turn her face away, she averted her gaze and didn't look at him—he couldn't very well dig out his own eyes!
