The man's hand on her wrist was burning hot as he pulled her tightly and decisively towards the car.
Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Feihan's retreating back and couldn't help but smile, "Hanhan, you always say I don't study hard, but you're not serious about work either. Isn't it your working hours right now?"
Glancing at the LED clock at the entrance of the beauty salon, she noted it was just past three o'clock.
Duan Feihan turned abruptly and blurted out, "I think you're more important than going to work."
Bai Chuwei paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and winked at him, "I think Zhou Ying shouldn't have given you those books, Hanhan. Sometimes you really have a way with words."
The old ancestor had to admit, his mood was quite good upon hearing this.
Duan Feihan pulled Bai Chuwei into the car, and she stretched languidly, "What's the matter? Is the sky falling down?"
