Huobai was frowning at the bag he was holding in his hands. All those hassles only for new uniforms his mother ordered for them? That could have been dropped off by the house. He didn't have to calm down his grandfather.
"I'm so sorry," Yixing said for the fourth time already. Binghuo chuckled in the front seat as he was driving with them to the Zhu long HQ.
"Say it once more and I'll take this bag and shove it up to your ass." Huobai groaned. Ying looked really apologetic. He never made an elderly cry. This was the first time ever.
"But if you think about it. It was your fault," Binghuo hinted, still laughing. Yes, it was Huobai's fault he should have told it to Yixing, but he simply forgot.
As soon as Old Zhang saw Yixing, he frowned and looked at Huobai, unsatisfied with his choice.
"Are you sure? He doesn't seem capable of making you happy…" he hissed, and Yixing felt an arrow strike his heart. That pissed him off.
