"The only way to solve the problem?" Liu Ruomei was amused. "Really?"
"Of course it's true. Could there be another way?" Zhang Bin grimaced, sitting on the grass. He took off his leather shoes and found the top of his foot was red and swollen. He drew in a sharp breath—this woman's kick was ruthless, as if she'd been trying to stomp him to death.
"So, should I tell my sister that you want to live with me?" Liu Ruomei threatened.
"No, no, no, I was just joking!" Zhang Bin hastily corrected himself, then began to cry out in pain. "It hurts so much, I think my foot's broken! You were this ruthless over a little joke?"
"Was it really just a joke?" Liu Ruomei asked doubtfully.
