Ning Rongrong said, "I've been practicing at home every day for the past few years, and I'm already bored to death. I regretted not going with you all as soon as you left."
Tang San chuckled, "Wasn't that to give you two some alone time? Don't tell me you've had a miserable time." As he said this, he winked at Oscar with a smile.
Oscar let out a hearty laugh, but Ning Rongrong's pretty face blushed, and she pinched Oscar hard, "Laugh, you just laugh. Hmph, if it weren't for you, I could have gone out to have fun with Brother San too."
Oscar was still laughing, and he seemed quite proud of himself. Ning Rongrong pinched him hard, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
Suddenly, Ma Hongjun exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, Little Oscar, your arm is bruised from Rongrong's pinch."
"Ah!" Ning Rongrong was startled and quickly grabbed Oscar's arm to check, but there was no sign of a bruise, only a slight redness.
