She saw Harry Hall just looking at her without speaking, and the annoyance in her heart was accompanied by a bit of bitterness, starting to flood her mind incessantly.
She suddenly stood up quickly from the sofa because she stood up so quickly, her body instinctively wobbled twice and couldn't stand firmly.
"If you don't want to talk, then don't. I'm not particularly interested to know either."
After speaking, she realized her voice had a touch of choke.
As she was about to take a step to leave, her wrist was grabbed by Harry Hall. With a gentle pull, she fell onto the sofa because she was unsteady.
She frowned, angrily got up, and in the next second, Harry Hall's body leaned down a bit, coming closer to her face.
She looked at Harry Hall's undisguised smile on his face, clearly feeling mocked by him.
Their faces were very close, she could even see every pore on Harry Hall's face clearly.
His eyes, filled with a smile, reflected her struggling angry expression.
