"I'm okay," Xia Yingluo said. "I was stupid to run back to see him. This time, his attitude towards me is much milder." Maybe she thought a fool didn't deserve to be too picky, and Xia Yingluo's heart was already bursting into tears.
Wei Shaoyin was disdainful. "Sooner or later, you'll kill yourself."
"Yes, yes." She reflected deeply.
"Do you know your wrong?"
"I do."
"Do you want to go out?"
"I want to!" She looked up, her eyes full of hope. "Uncle Wei, save me!"
Wei Shaoyin's face showed even more scorn. "Grow up. I don't want to go to you with the power of nine cows and two tigers only for you to throw yourself into the net. Is it very fun?"
Swallowing the bitter fruit she had planted herself, Xia Yingluo deeply reflected and apologized repeatedly. Finally, she managed to sooth this picky uncle.
