Tang Yanqi glared at someone whose mood swings were as quick as flipping a book page, angrily gritting her teeth.
Sheng Jianan looked at Tang Yanqi's expression, his smile growing even brighter, and he reached out to ruffle Tang Yanqi's hair: "Let's go."
Tang Yanqi followed behind Sheng Jianan in silence, almost at the door when the man suddenly turned back: "Don't forget, come back tonight, I'll cook noodles for you."
Without even thinking, Tang Yanqi grabbed the cushion from the sofa and threw it over, her face flushed red as if it would drip blood. Ignoring Sheng Jianan, she dashed out.
As she ran into the elevator, Tang Yanqi clearly heard Sheng Jianan's unabashed laughter behind her, making her face turn even redder, feeling like her whole body was starting to smoke.
