No one knew the temperature at the bottom of those eyes that reflected the cold light.
The next moment, the book he was holding snapped open in his hand.
"I said I don't need it."
Qingya's voice grew even colder.
He turned around, but Huo Qi quickly stopped him again. He rubbed his sore wrist, a hint of displeasure appearing in his beautiful, peach-blossom eyes:
"No offense, man, but what do you mean? Do you really think I'm a beggar?!"
With that, he squinted his eyes: "If you don't let me do this today, I won't let you leave!"
Man: "..."
His lips pressed together, as if he had never seen such impoliteness.
Finally, the bus arrived at the station and, with no other choice as he was blocked, the man pulled out his cellphone.
"Hey, now that's more like it. You help me, and I'll repay you tenfold. I won't let you lose out!"
Huo Qi quickly scanned his WeChat QR code to add him as a friend.
Hmm?