"You only know how to bully me, I'm going to tell my mom," Bai Wei stamped her foot angrily, reluctantly walking away.
He Xing turned back to look at the dumbstruck Liang Tao, "What, do you still need me to help you guys carry things?"
Liang Tao, frightened, quickly told everyone to hurry and bring the things to Fu Han's room.
Fu Han still sat in the hanging basket, her beautiful face full of anger. Although she didn't speak out, her heart was strongly condemning He Xing.
But unfortunately, her condemnation was futile, as He Xing showed no reaction. He walked into Fu Han's room with his hands behind his back, just as he would enter his own room. Settling on her single sofa, he stared at Fu Han without blinking, as if he were undressing her with his gaze.
A sensation of pins and needles on her back.
