"You... asshole!"
Hearing this, Jiang Xinying instantly became infuriated and cursed.
At this moment, Chu Qingcheng felt something pressed against her buttock area and her pretty face immediately turned ugly.
But Zhu Bufan, that guy, had no idea what shamelessness meant and kept sticking close, naturally lying down on the sofa.
Jiang Xinying was very depressed. After all, she was a wealthy heiress; whether at school or at home, no one dared to speak to her like this.
When had she ever been treated this way?
If her father were here, Jiang Xinying would definitely have him call a hundred people to beat Zhu Bufan up thoroughly.
However, she couldn't beat Zhu Bufan herself.
As for cursing—she was no match either!
Now, it seemed there was only one way left—to play with intelligence!
With this thought, Jiang Xinying's eyes shifted as she said, "Hmph... I can't be bothered to argue with an asshole like you! I'm going to make some tea first..."
