"Not at all!" Xu Xiuxiu snapped back at him in frustration.
"What is it, then?" Song Yuanhuan asked with a puzzled headache.
The persistent questioning from Song Yuanhuan made Xu Xiuxiu's face turn red with anger—this man, who usually didn't pay much attention to minor details, was now relentless in getting to the bottom of a single wrong expression on her face. Didn't he understand how embarrassing this was for her?
"My chest hurts!" Xu Xiuxiu, after struggling in vain, finally closed her eyes and let out a low growl, resigning herself to her fate. Her cheeks burned so hot they could have cooked an egg.
