Ji Shiting felt that this woman might bite him if he didn't agree.
He chuckled and shook his coat. "It's my jacket that's wet. I won't catch a cold."
Ye Shengge felt her eyes burning.
Ling Yutong appeared delighted. "That's right. Shiting, take off your jacket. I'll hang it up for you. It'll dry soon."
Ji Shiting looked pensive.
Ye Shengge felt her heart clench and found it difficult to breathe.
Perhaps it was because of the man's attitude, or perhaps it was because he had given her the wrong impression. She had never thought that he would abandon her and choose Ling Yutong, but she never imagined that he was really hesitating.
At that moment, she wasn't just furious, but also terrified.
Ji Shiting saw the woman's pale face and widened eyes, and his heart softened. He was about to say something, but Ye Shengge lifted the teapot again, took off the cover, and poured all the water on the man.
