"Fine, whatever you say." Lin Zifeng said helplessly.
"Hey hey hey, what's with that expression, Mr. Lin?"
Seeing Lin Zifeng's resigned, bitter smile, as if he were looking down on her, Nangong Bing felt her pride wounded and her noble neck couldn't help but blush a bit.
Her gaze also became unnatural—after all, she remembered last night's incident very clearly, only pretending to be oblivious. Her detestable first kiss had been stolen by this guy, wailing, Mr. Lin, you're such a big bad guy still teasing me here, wailing, why am I, Nangong Bing, so pitiful.
At that moment, Nangong Bing's heart was a scene of utter tragedy.
"What did I do to you now?" Lin Zifeng asked innocently, was it wrong to ignore her, to agree with whatever she said, and still get shot?
"You..."
Just as she had managed to recover her composure, it was ruined again by this guy. Nangong Bing was left speechless, her pretty face once again flushed with a hint of red.