Jiang Ruan glared, her little face puffed up in anger, hands on her hips: "I'm not as weak as you think, okay?"
A fierce appearance.
Bao Ye's dark eyes smiled, his thin lips licked, staring at her with a seemingly genuine smile, lazily responding: "Mm."
"You're the strongest."
"After all, you threaten people with their weaknesses."
This tone.
It makes people feel very uncomfortable!
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She took a deep breath, expressionless: "Why do I feel like you're being sarcastic to me?"
"How could I be."
"You are being sarcastic to me, I'm sure."
"Hmph!" Jiang Ruan turned her head, firmly said: "I'll handle this myself, I don't need your help."
Bao Ye raised an eyebrow, glanced at her: "Are you sure?"
The words "of course" hadn't left Jiang Ruan's lips when she heard Bao Ye snort, mockingly: "Do you think threatening her with her son means she has no way to threaten you?"
