Ye Fan stammered for a long time before hesitantly saying, "Mengyao, uh, are you okay? If you're upset, feel free to hit me a few times. I'll be your punching bag, letting you punch and kick me."
Seeing Chu Mengyao upset, Ye Fan felt sad too. As long as Chu Mengyao could feel better, he was willing to accept anything.
"Hmph!" Chu Mengyao glanced at Ye Fan with annoyance, then turned her back to him and muttered to herself, "I'm too lazy to hit you. I won't be angry with you. Why should I be angry? I refuse to be angry."
Even though she said she wasn't angry, anyone could tell from Chu Mengyao's demeanor that she was indeed very upset.
Ye Fan scratched his head bitterly, feeling like an ant on a hot pan, incredibly anxious.
Chu Mengyao secretly glanced at Ye Fan, seeing his awkward and uneasy appearance, she felt quite pleased inside, but the angry expression on her face was even more pronounced.
