"What are you looking at me for?"
Bai Man looked at Su Fan unhappily.
"Nothing, nothing at all,"
Su Fan lowered his head.
Just as Bai Man was about to start eating, she glanced at the soy milk in the bowl and suddenly understood.
Her face turned red.
She threw the chopsticks in her hand at Su Fan with a swoosh.
"You little rascal, how dare you make fun of me? Do you need a lesson?"
Su Fan picked up the chopsticks.
"Auntie, what did I say?"
"Little rascal, don't play innocent with me. You're pretending to be all honest, but you're full of tricks."
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to."
"Here, you drink it."
Bai Man picked up her soy milk and handed it to Su Fan.
"What?"
"You, you already drank from it."
"What, you think I'm dirty? If only you knew how many men are willing to drink even my urine if I allowed it."
As her relationship with Su Fan had reached a point of recklessness, Bai Man had become unbridled in her speech.
