Qin Hai's voice was thick with annoyance, "None of your damn business!"
"I might not want to bother with you, but Qingya is my best friend, and I need to care about her." Zeng Rou, holding Little Wukong, lay down on another lounge chair and placed Little Monkey on her stomach, continuing to play with it.
Qin Hai turned his head to look and almost had a nosebleed; Wukong, the little rascal, had both paws right on Zeng Rou's chest.
F*ck, this little thing's treatment is a hundred times better than his!
Qin Hai couldn't stand it any longer, got up, and walked away.
But he had not gone far when he heard Zeng Rou's hearty laughter from behind, irritating him so much he truly wished he could stuff the woman's mouth to shut her up.
Damn it, life just wasn't worth living anymore!
