An Kefang watched Qingfeng dash over enthusiastically, then get smacked around like a volleyball by an irate Xiao Ming seven or eight times, before returning, downcast, hugging a dirty cloth bundle.
"What happened?" As soon as they got in the car, she couldn't help asking, "What suddenly made you act out?"
"That little brat was lying to you just now, don't believe a single punctuation mark of what he said, understand?" Xiao Ming said, huffing and puffing.
An Kefang was baffled: "Why do you like being seen as a bad guy so much?"
Xiao Ming nodded: "Good guys don't live long, but scoundrels live for a thousand years."
"The ones that live for a thousand years are turtles."
"You believe I'll smack you?"
An Kefang laughed again, her eyes curving beautifully, like the sparkling surface of a lake under the autumn sunset.
