Although he had anticipated this, the look Liang Xiaohan gave him in the classroom was off, and he knew she would definitely give him a good scolding when he got home. But at the moment he opened the door and saw Liang Xiaohan sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, exuding an imposing aura from head to toe.
At that moment, his heart instantly sank, and he felt cold all over. If he could avoid it, he definitely wouldn't want to provoke Liang Xiaohan.
"Where are you going!" Liang Xiaohan spoke up.
Hao Jian had already half-stepped into his bedroom, but upon hearing Liang Xiaohan's words, he immediately withdrew his foot. He smiled playfully, "Just going to the bedroom to put something away."
"Oh!" Liang Xiaohan replied unexpectedly, coldly.
Seeing this, Hao Jian didn't dare be vague, standing at the bedroom door one second and sitting next to Liang Xiaohan the next, looking at her with a mischievous grin.
