"Oh, really?" Dang Yang curved his lips into a slight smile under the streetlight, exuding a faint air of mischief.
An Yue: "..."
She was furious.
Was that a disdainful smile from Dang Yang?
Probably he didn't take her words to heart at all, nor did he pay any attention to her.
Too much.
An Yue really wanted to punch him hard, but she didn't have the skills of Qiao Chuchu. Faced with a tall adult man like Dang Yang, she stood no chance... She reckoned that if she rushed in front of Dang Yang, she wouldn't even have a chance to strike; he'd pick her up like a chick.
"Don't mess with me!" An Yue fiercely warned Dang Yang again.
"And what if I do?" Dang Yang asked with a half-smile, his carefree demeanor completely disregarding An Yue's warning, making An Yue boil with rage.
She wanted to teach him a lesson but had no way to deal with him.
Fine.
If she couldn't afford to provoke him, could she at least avoid him?
Could she just leave?
