“I knew it, you’re Xu Jiaojiao!”

Sheng Jiaoyang shook off the other's hand, retreated two steps, and squinted. She stared at the arrogant young man in front of her and coldly said, “Give me back my glasses.”

Yuan Neng lifted the glasses and took another look. He then said in surprise, “I didn’t expect you to be nearsighted. It’s truly a pity for those beautiful eyes.”

“You look better without your glasses.” He approached Sheng Jiaoyang and stared into her big, beautiful eyes. “Close your eyes and I’ll put them on for you.”

Hearing this, Sheng Jiaoyang really closed her eyes. Yuan Neng was smiling as he got his way. Could this girl be anymore naive?

But, in the next second, Yuan Neng groaned in pain and the glasses in his hands were snatched away. He looked down at the footprint imprinted on his favorite pair of white shoes, and then looked up to see the tall figure turn and disappear from...