"Am I really that good? If I'm so good, why do you keep running away from me, Xia Zhisu? You must have really high standards!"
"..." Xia Zhisu's mouth twitched, not wanting to say anything.
"Sister Xia, Uncle Ling, the director is in the back yard! I'll take you there!" a little boy offered to lead them.
"No need, we'll find our way! You kids just play nicely here, okay?" Xia Zhisu bent down and gently stroked the little boy's head.
Ling Tian'ao, seeing Xia Zhisu being so gentle with those boys and avoiding him like the plague, instantly felt displeased.
Xia Zhisu was still petting the little boy's head when Ling Tian'ao yanked her hand back.
"Ling Tian'ao! What are you doing! You're hurting me!" Xia Zhisu's wrist was suddenly gripped tightly, causing her pain and prompting her to complain.
"Hurt? Where exactly does it hurt?" Ling Tian'ao stared at Xia Zhisu, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
His gaze seemed to pierce through Xia Zhisu's clothes to see underneath.
