Zhao Mingkun's eyes were helpless and resentful; he might deceive a little girl like Song Jiaoer, but to someone clear-minded, he clearly seemed scummy, like he was trying to convey an apology, as if he were compelled.
To hell with being compelled!
"Don't speak crudely about such a person!" Ah Jiu pinched her hand lightly.
Wufu, feeling awkward, had no choice but to bite into a hawthorn fruit, crunching it loudly, as if taking out her anger on the hawthorn, imagining Zhao Mingkun's face.
She forgot, Zhao Mingkun's scumminess partly involved her handiwork!
Alright then, Wufu automatically filtered out that realization; she didn't expect there to be such a shamelessly unbeatable person.
Just as Wufu had thought, Song Jiaoer saw Zhao Mingkun's expression and thought Brother Kun was indeed being forced, stepping forward and pulling Zhao Mingkun's sleeve, saying, "Brother Kun, since she wants to leave, let the guards send her back, and you play with me... us."
