Yu Tingwan stared intently at the little trinkets sold at the street stalls, finally stopping at a stall selling rattle drums.
Shen Zhiyi followed up, "That slap was well delivered, just not hard enough. If she hadn't stepped in, I would've charged out myself. I know you were probably also about to lose your temper."
"Not at all."
Bleh.
Yeah, right.
Shen Zhiyi didn't believe it.
Yu Tingwan: "With you here, why would I need to take action."
Yu Tingwan: "Doesn't my hand hurt?"
She's just apt at egging people on.
Shen Zhiyi: ...
Such a good excuse.
Who's as lazy as you?
Seeing Yu Tingwan picking up a rattle drum, Shen Zhiyi squinted her eyes.
"Why are you buying that? It's for little kids to play with."
She glanced at Yu Tingwan's flat stomach.
"You..."
"What are you looking at?"
Yu Tingwan glared at her, annoyed: "I picked it for you."
Shen Zhiyi: ???
"I... I don't need it either."
She doesn't even have a man!
