C1859 If I Don't Teach You a Lesson Your Skin will Itch

"Next time you come back early, can you give me a call?"

Wu Ming walked to Han Mo's side and rolled his eyes at him.

Han Mo, who was still lowering his head to wash the fruits, said faintly, "Didn't you say so yourself? Don't call me unless it's something important?"

Huh? Did I say that?

Wu Ming was dumbfounded.

"When, when did I say that?"

He awkwardly asked Han Mo and scratched his face