Just as Yu Haiyang's fist was about to hit Su Jin, a wave of pain came from his hand. His entire fist felt like it was being gnawed by ants, numb and painful.
Su Jin glanced at Yu Haiyang indifferently and put away the silver needle between her fingers.
"Be good. Call me aunt, and I'll tell you what's going on."
Xi Chenxiao had always been a god in Yu Haiyang's heart, even though he was only a few years older than him. When Su Jin asked him to call her aunt again, his face alternated between black and white.
"You piece of trash, do you know who my uncle is? You cannot use him as a joke at will, you trash."
If it were not for Su Jin being weird, he would have beaten her half to death just now.
Su Jin took out the books she needed for class and typed on the phone.
"I'm not joking with you."
