Pff~
Wu Jie almost spurted a mouthful of old blood.
Deadbeat?
Shouldn't Tang Xiao have just cursed with a "Scram"?
This overly sweet appellation brought a ten thousand-point critical hit!
It was an unexpected flirtation that almost broke my back.
"What's wrong, not fond of this nickname?"
Tang Xiao suddenly asked with a raised tone.
Wu Jie turned his head back to look at her, the corner of his lips twitching, and he said with a cold sweat,
"From whom did you learn this tone and nickname? Did Tang Xin teach you?"
"Mind your own business, just hurry up and cook, I'm starving to death!"
Tang Xiao urged him impatiently.
"Hold on!"
Wu Jie, holding an empty cup, stepped out and closed the door behind him as he left.
Phew!
Tang Xiao let out a long sigh and felt as if her body had been hollowed out.
The moment the assassins appeared, her first thought was to counterattack.
Charging out afterwards, she hadn't even thought about her old injury.
And now...
