"You're really making no sense..." Mu Yin, frustrated and furious, covered his nose. Just as he was about to burst into a tirade, he followed his gaze and realized that his pathological possessiveness was flaring up again.
Not wanting to involve the innocent, Mu Yin had to suppress his anger and weakly explained, "I have nothing to do with him. If you're done making a scene, please give me back my camera; I need to go to class."
She was truly tired at heart and didn't want to linger there anymore.
Bo Fengheng looked towards Ye Ying, who nodded truthfully in response.
Mu Yin watched their interaction, bewildered.
Who would have known that in the next moment, he would let her go. His handsome face regained its gentleness and his distinctively sculpted fingertips gently brushed her disheveled hair behind her ear, "I'll pick you up after class."
