Pan Ge had heard Xi Luting complain about how much of a dog Han Lie could be, but she'd thought it was just an exaggerated figure of speech; the actual situation was debatable.
Now, she finally realized her naivety.
That scoundrel was the world's biggest scoundrel!
If it were possible, she wanted to smack Han Lie's detestable, smiling face so hard it would distort, puffing up like leavened, flaky bread dough—right now, immediately, at once!
Even my own father doesn't dare to pat my head!
"I…" Pan Ge began, then took a deep breath, inhaling forcefully and holding it in her lungs, trying to control the slight trembling of her body.
Unfortunately, it was no use; her fingertips were still trembling.
Moreover, the tips of her ears seemed to have turned red.
For someone with her level of emotional control, this was a complete loss of composure.
But the most infuriating part was that she had no way to deal with the current situation.
She herself had invited Han Lie over.
