"Brother Ting, you're quite vigorous, and you too, ma'am, hahaha…"
He laughed awkwardly. The atmosphere was simply too weird that he had to cough up a joke to mellow things out.
Huo Yunting could not stand it anymore. He abruptly stood up and dragged the man away by the collar.
"Oh-oh-oh, boss, I am walking myself! Brother Ting, I have my own legs! Ahh—"
After a devastating scream, Huo Li was mercilessly kicked out of the house.
He rubbed his aching bum and cursed at the tightly shut door to the house.
M*therf*ker! Dumping me in the streets when you're done using me, and you didn't even pay for my services! You heartless man!
Inside the house, Lu Zhaoyang saw Huo Yunting returning with the striking bandage on his forehead.
He usually acted in a carefree manner, but now his face was uncharacteristically emotionless.
She walked toward him and blocked his way. "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional!"