"When have I ever been at your beck and call, appearing and disappearing at your whim?" Qiao Yuetong looked at Feng Yuyue unreasonably, finding him weird for always saying things that made no sense.
Seeing her unhesitant denial, Feng Yuyue felt annoyance stirring within him, his expression darkening as he asked coldly, "Do you dare to claim you haven't?"
Qiao Yuetong's response was still firm and without any hint of guilt or avoidance: "I haven't."
"Qiao Yuetong, if you dare do it, why don't you dare admit it?" Feng Yuyue was both angry and disappointed.
He had always thought that although Qiao Yuetong was arrogant, she at least had the guts to own up to her actions. He hadn't expected her to be a coward.
"Feng Yuyue, I, Qiao Yuetong, dare to own what I do, and of course, I'll admit to it. But I absolutely won't admit to things I've never done."
Qiao Yuetong, with her arms crossed, looked proudly at Feng Yuyue, speaking each word especially clearly.
