"Go ahead."
Huo Ningxi leaned back stubbornly, squinting his eyes.
"Even if you hit me, I will still go with you."
Song Yaoyao: "..."
She held her backpack and shuffled a little to the side, then a little more to get far away from Huo Ningxi.
"Brother Wei, let's go. Stop wasting time here," he said to Wei Ning who was standing there blankly.
"Then, he..." Wei Ning pointed at Huo Ningxi helplessly.
Song Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks coldly.
"Just treat him like thin air."
The car started and gradually left the school.
Huo Ningxi crossed his legs calmly. "Can air be as handsome as I am?"
If this was in the past, Song Yaoyao would have responded to these cold and sarcastic words with a good beating.
But Huo Ningxi was strange lately. He had become so shameless that Song Yaoyao didn't know what to do with him.
"Huo Ningxi, what the hell do you want?"
