Wen Nuan snapped back to reality, clenched her fists, and said, "You bastard."
Qin Shaojin looked up at Wen Nuan's lips, puffed up in anger, and said with amusement, "There are worse bastards out there, do you want to give it a try?"
"You!"
Wen Nuan was choked with fury, raised her arm, and trembled slightly—it was her first time trying to hit someone.
Before her slap could land, Qin Shaojin gripped her arm and pulled her close, "You chose me yourself, knowing my leg was inconvenient. Weren't you just trying to take advantage of me?"
Take advantage of him?
What a joke!
Wen Nuan was so angry her teeth itched, "Shameless!"
Moreover, she thought as she saw Qin Shaojin standing there, seemingly fine, how much she wanted to kick him.
Qin Shaojin paused, followed Wen Nuan's gaze, and frowned at the chair next to him, "My leg hurts a bit right now. If something happens to it, you'll be responsible."
Wen Nuan retorted, "Why should I be?"
