She gritted her teeth. "If I say I'm not, then I'm not!"
She firmly pushed back her heart which was jumping in joy.
"Is that so...?"
The man clasped his fingers and rested them on his chin as he chuckled. "Alright, whatever my wife says is the truth. You're not angry."
Boom—
Song Yaoyao's face instantly turned red.
From her neck to her cheeks, they were dyed with a charming pink.
Her eyes were watery as she glared at him with dissatisfaction.
She wasn't acting coquettishly, but it looked like she was.
"You're so annoying!"
Why didn't he ever react the way she expected?
Seeing the young girl's shy eyes covered with a layer of watery light, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly, Huo Yunque paused for a moment and then laughed softly.
His magnetic voice came out from his slightly trembling chest.
It was charming and flirtatious.
"You're not angry anymore?"
