"You're not Han Qingqing, so why do you also love drinking this chocolate-flavored milk? I remember I bought you three boxes before, and you finished them in less than a month! Even if you have changed, habits don't change!"
"Are you being annoying on purpose?"
Pei Ruoshui looked at him coldly, her demeanor from start to finish devoid of any emotional fluctuations, her voice unusually calm, "Do you want me to spell it out for you? First, I forgot to take out the trash because it's now supposed to be dumped at the main entrance, not here. Second, this milk, there are at least three hundred million people in the country drinking it. Does that mean all these people are your so-called Han Qingqing? That would be utterly ridiculous!"
Loh Cheng was taken aback by her words and suddenly didn't know how to respond to her.