"You're just leaving like that?"
Zhao Xiaoshi stopped him, saying, "Brother-in-law, you can't just leave like this tonight. You're making me lose face."
"Ha—lose face? How much is your face worth?" Lin Zifeng laughed, waving his hand and chuckling dryly, "I really don't have time to mess around with you. I need to head back tonight."
"You can't go!"
Zhao Xiaoshi persistently blocked him, saying very seriously, "You groped my chest today. Aren't you afraid I'll tell my cousin?"
Damn! You were the one who pressed my hand on your chest, and now you're turning it against me?
Lin Zifeng laughed dryly twice, looked up at her, and said, "I say, girl, if you use such methods to keep me here, sorry, even if you complain to your cousin now saying I touched your chest, people probably won't believe you. Just let me go. I really don't suit your cousin."
"No way!"
