Jiang Tingxu squatted aside, stretched her neck and looked at him obediently.
Mo Boyuan sat on the ground with the classmate in his hand.
"Come over and read it with me."
"I will be here."
No one wants to read it with him.
However, men's goals are always clear in execution. He waved the classmate record.
"Are you sure you don't want to come over?" His threat was very strong.
Jiang Tingxu was so angry that her face changed. She stared at him.
However, no matter how hard she stared, the man was unmoved.
She obediently moved over in desperation.
The man was not satisfied yet. He pulled her into his arms with his big hand. Jiang Tingxu sat on the man's lap.
Just as the thought of struggling broke out, she can hear the man's sinister voice sounded in her ear.
"Honey, you'd better not move. Otherwise, you can't blame me."
