"Hey! Why are you so heartless? I'm worried sick here! It feels like the house is on fire, and you're still in the mood to eat an apple!" Gu Shuangshuang snatched the apple from An Hao's hand and threw it into the trash can.
"Hey hey!" An Hao looked at the half-eaten apple and said regretfully, "It's such a waste! The apple is quite sweet!"
"You little fool!" Gu Shuangshuang was furious, poking her finger at An Hao's forehead, "How big is your heart? Your man is about to be taken away, and you're still concerned about whether the apple is sweet or not! You're driving me insane!"
"You already said I don't have a heart or lungs..." An Hao cautiously glanced at Gu Shuangshuang, observing her angry expression, as if it was her husband being stolen.
"I..." Gu Shuangshuang felt as if she was about to spit blood, "Are you muddled with anger?"
