14. I like my name

When An Xiaoyu was ready to leave, Chu Mucheng was still standing there, leaning against the doorframe, one foot raised and resting on the opposite side of the doorframe, blocking her way out.

"What do you want to do?"

Chu Mucheng's lips slightly tightened, "I don't really want to do anything. I just want to see how embarrassed you look."

An Xiaoyu felt somewhat helpless. Wasn't it enough that he had been tormenting her along the way? Couldn't he give her a break?

"Now that you've seen, are you satisfied?"

"Hmm, barely enough! Remember, don't make me angry again, otherwise..."

Chu Mucheng didn't finish his sentence, but his sharp gaze was clearly a warning to her.

An Xiaoyu snorted.

She never intended to anger him, but ever since she was young, he had always disliked her, finding all sorts of reasons to torment her as if torturing her was his greatest joy in life.