Ning Nan left.
But before leaving, Ning Nan still took the thermos Fang Yi gave her, and didn't forget to give him the middle finger.
For Ning Nan, who is usually like an iceberg, something like giving the middle finger is really rare. Fang Yi wasn't upset at all; instead, he found even her middle finger charming.
"I like it!"
Fang Yi thought to himself, then shouted, "Have you peeked enough? If so, hurry and come out!"
Two chubby guys came out, chuckling and rubbing their hands.
Fang Yi looked at them and said, "You guys can still laugh?"
Their smiles instantly faded.
Ying Zheng asked confusedly, "Brother Fang, you can laugh, so why can't we?"
Fang Yi said with a straight face, "I'm forcing a smile here, can't you tell?"
"..."
Forced smile, my foot, there's not a hint of worry on your face.
Rong Quan leaned over cautiously and asked, "Brother Yi, that Song Lejun... he seems quite formidable. Are we in trouble for provoking him this time?"
