In the bathroom, He Qianhui, who was taking a shower, heard Zhang Hao say something about letting her go, and she thought smugly, "I don't need you to let me go, if you dare, come over here. I bet that by the time I finish my bath, you won't even be able to come in."
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Hao stood up with a swoosh and quickly walked to the bathroom door.
He pushed open the door and poked his upper body in.
"Here I am, you really think I can't handle you?"
He Qianhui frowned and threw a handful of water at him with her hand.
"Pervert, get out! I'm telling you the patrol cop hasn't left yet. What if I yell out loud? Then you wouldn't even have a chance to explain yourself," she threatened.
With that threat, Zhang Hao actually backed down.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll go, I'll go, okay? There's just no dealing with you," he relented.
He closed the door once more and went back to sit by the bed.
