Angry? A thought popped into He Teng's mind, "The little wife is angry, really angry this time."
For a while, He Teng just looked at He Zhilan without saying a word. After several seconds, he glanced around, then slowly took his hand out of his pocket, and held He Zhilan's hand, whispering, "Let's go home."
"Doesn't this look bad?" He Zhilan glanced at He Teng and chuckled with lips curled.
How could He Teng not understand that He Zhilan was mocking him? So, he just casually glanced at her and pulled her towards the bus stop.
At this moment, He Zhilan felt sweet as if she had eaten honey. She knew it — He Teng is just a blockhead, and she had to heat him up!
Trying to compete with her? He Mutou is still too green! He had no choice but to surrender and obediently come over to hold her hand.
