"Yes," Xie Wanying nodded.
"What's he laughing at?" Wu Lixuan bitingly asked beside her childhood friend's ear, "Is he laughing at me?"
"No——" Xie Wanying clarified on behalf of Senior Brother Huang, "Senior Brother Huang isn't that sort of person."
"He was definitely just laughing," Wu Lixuan's eyes scrutinized him again to confirm that the man opposite was indeed smiling.
Fearing his image as a gentleman was in doubt, Huang Zhilei immediately extended his hand to the two girls, "Let me help you with those; don't tire your hands out."
Wu Lixuan realized that he had indeed laughed at her earlier remark, couldn't help but feel irritated, and said, "Yingying's hands are very precious."
"Yes, I know. Trust me. I gave her a talking-to last time she injured her hand," Huang Zhilei insisted with a very earnest facial expression, ensuring the other party that he truly wasn't laughing this time.
