459 Lost His Composure

There was not a hint of a smile that could be seen on the fine-looking face of his.

And he said that he wasn't angry. Yeah right.

Mu Xiaoxiao pouted and apologized, "Okay, it's my fault…"

Actually, it was only a game; the two could talk nicely about it.

Though Yin Shaojie tended to be quite bossy, he would usually accommodate her. And if she would only plead him a little more or butter him up, he would still give in to her in the end.

Yin Shaojie snorted through his nose, and he pinched her face. "Do you really feel that you were at fault?"

Though it was clearly written on her expression: "It's your fault too. I'm not the only one to blame."

Mu Xiaoxiao pulled a big smile, and she suddenly threw herself at him, hugging his waist.

"I'm sorry. So are we good now?"

Suddenly, there was quarreling on the basketball court.

"Second High is too despicable!" Shangde's basketball team shouted angrily.