These people were looking at her like she was a joke!
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoying was still blocking his way into the classroom, annoyed, Han Zhuofeng asked harshly, "Can you move away now?"
Zhang Xiaoying pursed her lips tightly. "You really don't remember who I am?"
"Who are you?" Han Zhuofeng asked impatiently.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoying only pursed her lips and refused to say a word, he tried chasing her away. "Are you going to say anything or not? If not, move away, I'm still busy!"
"Even if you don't remember who I am, you possibly can't not recognize me, right?" Zhang Xiaoying still refused to give up. She gripped her fingers firmly onto the door frame, refusing to budge.
Extremely vexed by this infuriating woman, Han Zhuofeng snickered, "Who exactly are you? Am I your father, or am I your grandfather or something? Why do I have to know you?"
Where did her confidence come from? Why did he have to know who she was?
