"Yes! I'm just angry, and very angry." Ye Ziqing nodded heavily and said forcefully.
"Okay! I'll take you back." After An Yufeng finished speaking, he walked forward.
"..."
Is that all? Ye Ziqing couldn't help being a little surprised. Originally, she thought he would coax her! But now it seems that he doesn't have that obligation.
"Why aren't you leaving? You're just standing there as a pillar!" An Yufeng turned around and said, then continued walking forward without waiting for Ye Ziqing.
"Oh, I got it! Sanbapo." Ye Ziqing responded quickly, but accidentally said the next three words.
"What did you call me?" As soon as An Yufeng heard those three words, his face turned pale.
He has always been called an "iceberg" who has no emotions, no warmth, and doesn't like to talk much, but why did he become a "three-eight-year-old woman" when he came to her?
"Ah?" Only then did Ye Ziqing realize that she had just said the wrong thing, so she quickly explained: "No, it's nothing!"
"Really?" An Yufeng was of course sure that he heard correctly, but he just wanted to see if this girl was sincere or not.
"Really!" Ye Ziqing nodded quickly, pretending to be sincere.
"Next time, don't let me hear those three words again." After saying that, An Yufeng turned around and continued walking forward.
"..." Listening to what he said, didn't he just hear it?
Ye Ziqing looked at An Yufeng's cold back and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Really! Why do you want to be so handsome?
"It should be fun to do this kind of peeking!" Suddenly, An Yufeng's faint voice reached Ye Ziqing's ears again.
"I...I'm not peeking at you, why are you so narcissistic!" After hearing what An Yufeng said, Ye Ziqing quickly retorted emotionally.
"Did I say you were peeking at me? Why do you have to admit it to yourself?"
"..." Ye Ziqing suddenly felt as if he had been trapped in a trap, and what he just said was a trap set by him.
"Hurry up and leave! If you don't leave, I really won't wait for you." An Yufeng turned around again and urged.
"Oh, I got it!" Ye Ziqing glared at An Yufeng's back angrily, but still quickened her pace and walked forward.