Fu Han's hand trembled and she smacked away He Xing's hand very rudely, "We're talking, no need for any touching."
He Xing looked at the red mark on the back of his hand and let out a helpless sigh, withdrawing his hand obediently and putting on the appearance of a henpecked wife, "Xiaohan, won't you forgive me? Tell me, what do I need to do for you to forgive me? I'll listen to you."
This seemed to be the first time He Xing had spoken to Fu Han in such a tone and manner since she could remember. Her heart melted into a mess and she even started to feel guilty for being so harsh on He Xing.
The words to forgive He Xing were on the tip of her tongue, but then she caught Grandfather He signaling to her from the corner of her eye, and she quickly held back.
In the end, she just kept a stern face and said to He Xing, "What you did was really too much. If you think that's enough for my forgiveness, you're definitely mistaken. I'll see how you behave in the future."
