Fan Zijin stood in the back garden of his house. The water flowing down the mountain had been transformed into a mini waterfall, and the water vapor spraying over his face made his head completely calm down.
Once he calmed down, Fan Zijin was extremely vexed. Why did he run away?
Who knew what that scoundrel Qi Haoran now thought of him? Who would believe that he ran out just because he didn't want him to see the aggrieved and touched tears in his eyes?
Fan Zijin scratched his head, wondering if Qi Haoran would pretend that nothing had happened if he went out now as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, Qi Haoran was squatting behind a flower tree and observing Fan Zijin while blaming himself for not being smart enough. He wondered if Zijin would jump into the river out of embarrassment if he stepped out and showed himself now.
Because of this uncertainty, Qi Haoran could only continue to squat behind the flower tree and feed the mosquitoes.
