Nan Jiaojiao slapped the back of his head, "We're in public, don't you dare fart!"
Pei Dongshi's face instantly turned dark, and without a word, he turned and walked away.
Nan Jiaojiao insisted on dragging him back, forcefully pressed him into a chair, ordered two bowls of luosifen, and only allowed him to leave after he finished eating.
As soon as they went outside, the air smelled different, and Pei Dongshi immediately lit a cigarette, "So, what's bothering you?"
He was ready for this; his ears were in for some trouble anyway.
But Nan Jiaojiao unexpectedly sighed softly, "Forget it, I don't want to talk about it."
Pei Dongshi inhaled a mouthful of smoke too fast, and the smoke he exhaled hit his face. He squinted his eyes, "You—"
"When it comes to feelings, you wouldn't understand."
"..."
He really shouldn't have asked!
"Fine, forget it, my mom just called and asked. I'll take you back now."
