Looking at the girl in front of him constantly waving her little fists, Huang Qingtian was speechless for a moment.
"That person is very strong, you can't handle it!" Huang Qingtian raised his hand and rubbed Mu Keren's black hair.
Looking at her big, mischievous eyes, there was no trace of yesterday's tears and commotion. Just like Yuanzhou said, today the little lady might have forgotten about the disfigurement stuff.
Although still feeling a bit aggrieved, seeing her full of energy again, Huang Qingtian let out a sigh of relief.
But the person beside him continued to ask: "If you don't speak out, wouldn't it be like a dumb swallowing a bitter pill?"
Huang Qingtian didn't speak, yet she clutched Huang Qingtian's collar with both hands and wouldn't let go.
Being with you, this little rascal, I've always suffered in silence!
Couldn't talk about getting kicked in the balls, and now couldn't mention being slapped and hit with a pillow!
