"Hmph, get away. Who wants to be friends with a fatty like you anyway? Hurry up and move over; you've crossed the line again." Dong Xinran held her head high, just like a proud peacock.
With a miserable look on his face, Yue Bin shrank toward his side of the desk. Even with part of his butt hanging in the air, he was still over the line. He was speechless. Then, he decisively moved back and obediently admitted his mistake. He even presented a piece of chocolate with foreign lettering on the wrapper, his expression shifting to a fawning, pleasing smile. "Xinran, I was wrong."
