Wu Ming glanced indifferently at the girl standing nearby.
She glared at him, indignation written all over her face, waiting for an explanation.
But explanations were exactly what he disliked the most.
"What are you shouting about? I just came closer, how was I supposed to know what you were shouting?" he snorted.
"Well, weren't you clear enough later on? I was calling for someone else, not you. Why did you come over?"
Baili Xia glared at him, not willing to relent when she was in the right.
Wu Ming really wanted to pin her down and end this nonsense, yet he was still here enduring the pain, wasting words on her.
This girl had guts; she didn't know who he was and yet dared to openly challenge him!
Would she believe him if he removed the mask and immediately pinned her down to fiercely punish her ignorance?
"You were the one who pulled me, asking me not to leave." He snorted again.
That was indeed the case; she hugged him, calling him Uncle, begging him not to go.
