Xia Cha did not respond to Huo Heng's words. Instead, she clenched her small hands into fists and punched his shoulders.
As if she was still angry, she kicked his calf again.
The calf bone was the most fragile bone of human beings. A light kick would hurt, not to mention a hard kick from Xia Cha.
Huo Heng's handsome face darkened.
What was wrong with this girl?
Huo Heng pursed his dark red lips and frowned slightly. "You hit and kicked me. How have I offended you?"
How dare he ask how he had offended her?
Xia Cha's thick and long eyelashes fluttered like injured butterfly wings. "Didn't you see the message I sent you last night?"
Huo Heng narrowed his eyes, his expression dark. "I saw it."
"Why didn't you reply?"
Huo Heng was silent.
Seeing his attitude, Xia Cha felt sour.
She turned around and was about to leave when Huo Heng pressed his hand against the door frame, refusing to let her go.
