Feng Huaijin's face turned even darker at the words, watching Mu Qingmei wave her hand and stride away.
Su Li watched Mu Qingmei's departing back, rubbed her hands chilled by the wind, and curiously asked, "What did she say about you being pitiful?"
Feng Huaijin turned and stared intently at Su Li, enunciating, "I am not pitiful."
Su Li was completely baffled, not knowing what had touched Feng Huaijin's sore spot again, causing him to lose his temper.
Su Li rubbed her hands, numb with cold, and kept blowing warm air on them, saying, "Alright, alright, let's go back first."
Feng Huaijin reached out with his large palm to hold her hands, the warmth from his hand seemed to instantly dispel the cold.
Feng Huaijin felt a little puzzled; he remembered Su Li had knitted a pair of bright red gloves before New Year.
He had thought they were a gift for him, but he never received them. He figured they were for herself, so how come she never wore them?
