She was a little scared. Really, she couldn't figure out Tian Junhao's temper. At this moment, she started to feel restless.
She even had some hope of self-abuse. Tian Junhao came over, pinched her neck, dragged her, and threw her into the sea again.
It was much more satisfying than standing still and looking at her from a distance with no expression at all, whether it was happiness or anger.
"Little sister, let's go." Nangong Xuan then got into the car and prepared to start the car.
An Ying panicked and pressed the handbrake, preventing him from starting the car.[
She couldn't help but wanted to yell at Tianjun Hao. She was about to leave, wouldn't he come over?
Tian Junhao stood there, his whole body soaked, the water plopped down, but he remained indifferent.
He just grabbed the hand of the towel and punched it, showing his uncontrollable anger.
However, his peach blossom eyes were really calm and calm, with no trace of anger at all, as if he was indifferent to the scene in front of him.
Hearing the sound of the car starting, he even started to pick up his steps and turn around.
An Ying was completely panicked. He left, just left. When he saw himself sitting in someone else's car, he didn't come to catch him, but turned to leave. Moreover, he was not angry at all.
"Aren't you angry?" An Ying was sitting in the passenger seat, but now she suddenly stood up.
He shouted at Tian Junhao, who had turned around and started to take steps, "Aren't you angry? Are you leaving?"
Tian Junhao's steps did not stop, and even his steps seemed a little light and slow, as if he was walking. His back, which seemed to be indifferent to everything, deeply hurt An Ying's eyes.
She yelled again: "Tian Junhao, didn't you say you don't allow me to smile at other men? I'm laughing now, don't you care? You don't care at all and you're not angry?"
Tian Junhao finally stopped, turned around, raised his chin, and walked towards An Ying step by step with a mocking expression.
An Ying's heart finally relaxed a little.
However, he walked up to her with an even calmer expression, put his hands in his wet trouser pockets, and said nonchalantly:
"Why should I be angry? To me, you are just a mistress. What a mistress is, you can have sex with you if you like it and throw it away if you don't like it.