Ling Yin's back was also drenched in cold sweat; thinking of Hua Hua almost being hit by the car just now, his whole body still slightly trembled. He stared at Hua Hua, his face unabashedly angry, his heartbeat getting louder and more intense with each beat.
"Are you out of your mind?" In his fury, his words were tactless, his voice icy cold. It was a sharp contrast from the usually kind, loyal dog-like expression he wore when interacting with Hua Hua.
Hua Hua stared at Ling Yin's face, blinked twice, and showed an incredulous expression.
Is this person really Ling Yin?
Is he hallucinating, wondering why Ling Yin would appear here? He had left without a word, and many days passed without news. Hua Hua had thought he had given up pursuing him and would no longer bother him.
Thinking about it, his heart felt a pang.
Looking again at his angry expression, the grievances in his heart grew even deeper.
