Bi Xia adjusted her almost distorted expression, stared coldly at Xia Shi, and then turned her gaze to Ji Han. The baseball bat swung in midair, performed a trick, and rested on his shoulder. His star-like eyes and cold brows raised, "Are you inviting me alone? Did you get my permission?"
Ji Han smiled slightly, "I think, as long as your mother agreed, I can invite her."
"Ha," Bi Xia sneered, "What you think is what you think, but that doesn't mean you can, got it?"
"I'll tell you," the baseball bat suddenly rose and pointed straight at Ji Han, his chin slightly lifted, star-like eyes icy, "If you dare to invite my mother without permission again, I guarantee it won't be as simple as today!"
"Xiaxia, don't be impulsive!" Xia Shi widened her eyes and blocked in front of Ji Han, "I can explain, he's not a bad person, he's the little brother I told you about before! He's the little brother!"
