"…" Su Xiaomo was speechless for two seconds and smacked her palm down at him again. Qi Yanxi let out a cry and sprinted off.
Su Xiaomo sighed with frustration as she looked at her hands.
Why was she so strong… sigh…
A person with a genteel and easy air walked past her just then. Su Xiaomo's face lit up and she blurted out, "He Jiayu?"
"Hm?" The teenager with his backpack slung over one shoulder turned back and darted her a glance.
"Teehee… Are you going home?"
"Hm," he replied in his clear voice and sounded like he was smiling. However, Su Xiaomo detected a coldness in his voice.
She smiled awkwardly. "Oh, be safe. Bye."
He Jiayu's slender fingers gripped the strap of his backpack tightly.
She had just been bantering happily with Qi Yanxi, but when it was his turn, all he got was a "bye"?
For some unknown reason, he suddenly asked with a smile, "Do you like Qi Yanxi?"
Both were shocked by the question.
