Hearing Jiang Xiaomi's anxious voice, Chen Nan couldn't help but smile bitterly inside. Instead of stopping, he quickened his pace.
Jiang Xiaomi hurriedly took two steps at a time, quickly chasing after Chen Nan, "Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Chen, stop, slow down, I can't keep up."
In the senior high building, there were two stairways. One passed by the front of class 9 and Lan Yuqin's office; the other did not. Naturally, Chen Nan chose the "safer" path.
"Didn't you say you weren't coming? Why are you chasing me now?" Chen Nan turned his head to look at her.
Jiang Xiaomi rushed in front of him and glared at him fiercely, "You jerk, will it kill you to give in a bit? You made me chase you out in front of so many people, it's so embarrassing."
"You still care about face?" Chen Nan laughed.
Jiang Xiaomi put her hands on her hips, glaring with a belligerent attitude, "What do you mean, asshole? You think I'm like you, not caring about face at all?"
