"Actually, there's a very simple way to shut me up." Despite being choked, Yang Fan still spoke with a grin.
Bai Mengzhu, her face dark with frustration, took a deep breath, "Speak!"
Her neat row of silver teeth was really about to be ground to bits.
"Let me touch it again," Yang Fan said with a smile.
"Go to hell!" Bai Mengzhu suddenly erupted in anger, her hands suddenly tightening.
Yang Fan sighed deeply, "Is this what they call falling out of love because of love?"
"To hell with falling out of love because of love. I'm on strike today, deal with it yourself!" Bai Mengzhu jumped off Yang Fan, threw the mop at him, grabbed her small bag from the table beside her, and strode away with her long legs.
Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh.
This was just too funny!
A bit regretfully moving his neck, which had grown slightly stiff from Bai Mengzhu's grip, Yang Fan flipped off the sofa.
He got up—the day was off to a good start.
