"You really are quite stingy," Ouyang Yifeng wasn't angry, instead, he curled his lips with a wicked grin.
In the past, whenever he borrowed practice books from other girls, they were all too happy to comply, eager to get even the slightest connection with him. But not Ye Anhao; she didn't give him any face whatsoever.
"You have hands and feet, can't you do it yourself?" Ye Anhao gave him a light glance, her expression no different from looking at a piece of trash.
Ouyang Yifeng was displeased. What kind of look was that?
"I never waste time on stuff like that," he boasted.
Ye Anhao sneered, "If you think doing homework is a waste of time, then just lie around at home like a corpse. Why even come to school?"
