"Get lost, or I'll kill you every time I see you!"
Zhan Dongdong agreed without complaint, "Oh."
Su Qinghou: "..."
It felt like he was punching a bundle of cotton, and the other party, thinking it wasn't enough, stuffed the cotton into his chest, making his hands itch and his heart congested.
Zhan Dongdong looked at him for a while, "So, should I get going?"
Su Qinghou didn't make a sound.
She turned around.
His mind went blank, but his hand, like a reflex, grabbed her. He heard his own voice, frantic, "Where are you off to now?"
Zhan Dongdong pointed at the Dingzhi Building, smiling, "I'm checking in."
Not leaving?
Or just not leaving now?
Zhan Dongdong's credit was negative in Su Qinghou's eyes. He was still holding onto her hand, lifted the umbrella higher, then walked under her umbrella, took off his black earring, bent down, and put it on her, "I was just venting before, doesn't count, come see me tomorrow."
