As soon as Han Jiayang heard Zhen Yu's nonchalant tone, he immediately felt irritated! He gasped for air and was about to speak when his wrist was suddenly seized by his brother.
Han Mingyue spoke before his younger brother, seemingly casually agreeing, "Yeah, we met again in high school."
Han Jiayang clenched his teeth and managed to hold back, not letting out a yelp of pain!
His brother, what a pile of cow dung! Just smooth on the surface! He speaks as if nothing bothers him, but he's almost squeezing me purple!
"Let go! Let go, bro!" As soon as Han Mingyue finished speaking, Han Jiayang immediately leaned in and hissed into his brother's ear.
Han Mingyue quickly let go of his brother, and Han Jiayang then took the chance to sneakily massage his sore wrist.
After this, Han Jiayang no longer dared to speak up, nor did he want to.
He thought to himself, "Suffering for the sake of face! Keep pretending! I'll just wait to hear you cry when we get home tonight!"
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