Jiang Zhiyi returned to the classroom feeling a great deal of annoyance.
Why hadn't he managed to control his temper? He knew well that girl responded better to a gentle approach than a hard one.
Now, their already precarious relationship had taken another hit, and he couldn't just go back and cajole her immediately after spouting harsh words.
Did he look like someone who had no pride?
Though pride wasn't as important as his wife, even a clay figurine has a little spark of temper; he couldn't bring himself to repeatedly offer his face to be slapped by others.
At least, he couldn't do it now.
At noon, Shen Weiyi and Qin Zhen went to the cafeteria for lunch.
They spotted Jiang Zhiyi from a mile away, chatting animatedly with a group of girls.
"What's the situation?" Qin Zhen turned to look at Shen Weiyi.
Shen Weiyi glanced over and quickly averted her gaze.
She wasn't surprised at all.
It was just a tactic often used by the other party.
