This was the first time Zhao Rong heard Su Xiaoxiao tell him to shut up, and he couldn't suppress his blood pressure anymore.
It felt even worse than if she had directly scolded him. Just a moment ago, she was still holding his face coquettishly calling him Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang...
Zhao Rong held back again.
He restrained his hand that was about to spank her little behind, turning it into a fist.
Then he let go.
He reached out, but every time his hand was about to touch her small shoulder or somewhere, she would always avoid it.
Not letting Zhao Rong pull her back.
