"Oh, right. Let me wash my hands." Qiao Zijin was left with no other choice since Qiao Dongliang had given her a slap in the face with his words. Her expression stiffened, but she maintained her smile as she headed to the toilet.
But before Qiao Zijin could step into Qiao Nan's private bathroom, Zhai Sheng took a step forward and blocked the door. "The handle on this toilet isn't very good. It's easily broken. I think it's broken now and you can't open the door."
"Really?" Qiao Zijin was doubtful and stepped forward to test it out herself.
As Qiao Zijin's hand reached out and was about to touch his own, Zhai Sheng frowned. Was Qiao Zijin retarded? Zhai Sheng was never one to get close to outsiders, especially women.
Zhai Sheng had already held it in once when Qiao Zijin had 'enthusiastically' offered him watermelon earlier. This time, he had not even retracted his hand before Qiao Zijin reached out. In an instant, Zhai Sheng's gaze darkened.
