Leng Shuangshuang nodded her head, seemingly understanding but not quite, "Alright then, Lu Jincheng brother, I will take responsibility for you!"
Dabao felt his forehead vein throbbing uncontrollably, beyond endurance, "He hastily wrapped his clothes around his body, one hand clutching his garment tightly, the other hand gripping Leng Shuangshuang's hand, forcefully pulling her outwards."
As he pulled, he said, "I don't like you, so even if you want to take responsibility, I won't accept it."
Since Leng Shuangshuang had always been frail since childhood, she was easily pulled out of the room by Dabao.
Looking at the door that was closed again, Leng Shuangshuang felt somewhat wronged, but dared not say anything. However, she did remember one thing: Dabao brother said she had to take responsibility for him.
But he also said he didn't like her, so what should she do?
Xiaobao just happened to come out of his room and broke into a joyous laugh upon seeing Leng Shuangshuang.
