He Shiwen was dissatisfied, yet she still smiled gently and said coquettishly, "Nanfeng, are you still mad at me?"
"Nonsense, how could Nanfeng be mad at you, right, Nanfeng?" Li Fang hastily said.
Ji Nanfeng slowly nodded and answered, "I am not mad at you."
"But I know you're still unhappy, I admit I'm petty and can't stand other girls around you, but isn't it all because I love you too much!" He Shiwen said tenderly.
As she spoke, she walked up to Ji Nanfeng's side.
On the three-seater sofa, Ji Nanfeng was sitting on the far right. He Shiwen went over and tugged at him, signaling for him to make room for her to sit.
But Ji Nanfeng was like a clueless youth, firmly seated like a mountain.
He Shiwen could only act coquettishly and say, "Nanfeng, I want to sit with you."
Ji Father and Ji Mother were already looking at Ji Nanfeng with a warning in their eyes.
Ji Nanfeng then slowly scooted over.
Mother Ji also moved over a bit.
