"Da Bao, I'm sorry, it was just me not thinking straight." Yin Zhihao strides over, tugging on Da Bao's arm, acting cute and coy.
Da Bao pushes his hand away with a face full of disdain, "Cut it out with that act, do you think you're my Nuonuo?"
Indeed, apart from Nuonuo, no one can pull off acting cute in front of Da Bao and get anything they want.
"Hehe... can't you just pretend I'm Nuonuo?" Yin Zhihao shamelessly grins.
Da Bao rolls his eyes at him, reaching out to tug at his cheek, "Brother Zhihao, do you think that face of yours is so fresh? A glance more and I might have nightmares!"
With a carefree laugh, Yin Zhihao drags a chair over and sits beside Da Bao.
"Hehe, Young Master Yu isn't mad anymore, right?"
Da Bao doesn't bother with him, directly opens his computer to check emails.
If we're talking upset, he really isn't.
Yin Zhihao's personality is impulsive, so it was no surprise to Da Bao that he blew up last night.
