Zhang Xiaoshan was the type who could be charmed but never coerced.
A woman's tears are the knife that kills.
Zhang Xiaoshan, seeing Xu Jing crying her eyes out, immediately softened.
He frantically started explaining to Xu Jing.,
"Mr. Xu, you, you stop crying, I didn't mean it like that. You're so great, how could I possibly despise you?"
"It's just that, I, I'm not ready yet."
"What does a big man like you have to prepare for?"
"Are you too scared, or are you unable to do it?"
Xu Jing was very angry at this time, and her tone of speaking was quite harsh.
"Unable to do it?"
Zhang Xiaoshan blew up on the spot.
How could she say he was unable to do it?
"Mr. Xu, you, you're insulting me, aren't you? When have I ever been unable to do it?"
"If you are able, why don't you touch me? I don't believe you're not moved; if you're moved and do nothing about it, that means you're unable to perform."