Chapter 122. The Fury of Jordan

I opened my mouth to ask if he was hurt, but on the edge of my mouth, I saw his black eyes looking at me motionless.

I got a little freaked out.

"What are you doing back here?" He frowned with a strong eyebrow, and the chill remained on his face.

I bowed my head, after all, I was in a hurry and didn't deal with it properly. I paused and said, "Jordan, I'm sorry. I can't leave him alone. If you're still angry, you can beat me and scold me."

He laughed, chilly, "What? Hit you and scold you?"

Looking at him, I nodded very seriously, "Yes, if you are angry, you can hit me!"

"Hit you?" He laughed angrily, "Ivelle, when did you learn to beat a candy all your life? You have become more and more smooth over the years at the Astley's."

"Why don't you drink the soup first and warm your stomach? After all, if you don't eat, your stomach won't feel good." Now, I can only be so soft if the attitude needs too. I can be tough if I am afraid.