After getting out of the car and watching the driver drive away, Zhang Meng couldn't hold it in any longer; she burst out laughing, bending over with laughter.
"Little girl, if you keep laughing, I'll enact justice on the spot," Li Xiaoyao said with a dark face, his voice grave. Then, he hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his body.
Zhang Meng let out a small cry and softened into Li Xiaoyao's embrace, her affectionate gaze and shy demeanor tugging at his heartstrings.
"First, we'll buy a house, and after buying the house, I'll take care of you," Li Xiaoyao whispered hot air into her ear, speaking fiercely.
Zhang Meng was not afraid; instead, she puffed out her chest and said, "Hmph, it's still not clear who will take care of whom. Someone was bullied by me the first time, you know."
Speaking of that, it really was a lifelong pain for Li Xiaoyao.