Zhuang Xiaoqiao turned around and glared at Ye Feng angrily. "Growing up, I've never even been scolded by my grandfather before, and you're actually scolding me?"
"You're heartless. To think that I saved you during the day. If I had known earlier, I would have let the wild boar pick out your heart and liver to see what color it is…"
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and her tears could not stop falling.
Ye Feng saw her pitiful look and quickly pulled her into his embrace. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I promise you that I won't be mean to you anymore…"
At this moment, Zhuang Xiaoqiao suddenly bit his shoulder.
Ye Feng's face trembled in pain.
This woman was really born in the year of the dog!
...
"Not angry anymore?"
Ye Feng waited for Zhuang Xiaoqiao to finish venting her anger before he lowered his head and asked.