"I feel that it's my responsibility," Su Xiaoyue said softly, believing it was righteous for her to take revenge for her own grievances.
Fan Shaoming glared at her again. Clutching her forehead tightly, she imitated Mingyu's tone, "Don't flick my head again; you'll turn me into an idiot."
Fan Shaoming really found it both infuriating and amusing; he knew she was doing it on purpose, but he just couldn't bring himself to be truly angry with her. He was well aware of the immense pressure she was under and felt sorry for her. She was a person who constantly strove to be self-reliant. Even though many people were helping her, she insisted on becoming strong herself—truly strong, not a pretender. Thus, she took personal action on many matters.
As long as she wasn't hurt, Fan Shaoming let her go ahead.
After all, he'd promised her that he would support her in whatever she did.
"You..." Fan Shaoming hugged her tightly, sighing with concern, unable to scold her any further.
