My Pleasure

I'm not sick. Enoch is sick.

Xia Ning felt like there was an explosion in her head. Certain emotions erupted from the bottom of her heart suddenly. She turned around and glared at Qiao Yu. She said coldly with a lowered voice, "Qiao Yu, don't make jokes like this!" After that, she threw away his hand and walked down the stairs.

"No one gets sick at this time of the year. Don't lie to me like this. You think I'm a three-year-old?" Xia Ning said as she was walking. Her tone was not good. But her body was shaking, even if she tried to cover it by walking.

Qiao Yu saw Xia Ning's back and did not explain, allowing her to leave.

The stairway was quiet. Only the fading sound of the high heels could be heard.

Qiao Yu looked at the plastic bags in his hand with dark eyes. In his eyes were something deep that could not be resolved.

Just at this time, his phone rang suddenly!