"Guess who I am!" The man covering Xiao Qian's glasses spoke in a low voice but was quickly elbowed by Xiao Qian.
"Yu Xiaoqiang! Are you brain-damaged! My glasses!" Xiao Qian was about to explode with anger.
This guy disappeared for a week. Is he a fool?
The moment he appeared, he messily touched her glasses. The lenses are all smeared with his fingerprints. Everything looks blurry now!
Yu Minglang chuckled, evading Xiao Qian's flurry of punches and kicks.
"Happy, aren't you, Qian Bao?"
"You must be joking! I can't see clearly now!"
"Then let me clean them for you!" Yu Minglang took a tissue from his pocket, but Xiao Qian knocked it away without any courtesy.
"Get lost. You will scratch the lens if you clean it with a tissue. Besides, my lenses are from Essilor, France. If you ruin them, I will use you as my lens," Xiao Qian complained, but she was quite pleased inside.
