How Old Are You, Nian Xiaomu?
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Obsession with cleanliness."
"Nitpicking."
"Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD)."
Nian Xiaomu stretched her fingers and listed a few in one go. Just when she was about to continue listing more, she noticed that the atmosphere in the car had changed.
It felt a little chilly too.
Her hand and body had plastered themselves onto the car door and she was now holding onto the handle tightly.
She was prepared to escape by pushing open the car door and running away, just in case he wanted to punch her.
"Childish. How old are you, Nian Xiaomu?" As Yu Yuehan straightened his body calmly, he raised his head slightly and leaned against the side of the car seat.
His voice sounded hoarse and it seemed like he had caught a cold.
However, Nian Xiaomu knew that this was a prior indication of his evil tongue.