I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 450: Believe it or not, I’ll beat you (2)_1

Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Believe it or not, I’ll beat you (2)_1

Han Zhijin still didn’t say anything, didn’t even glance at Xia Wan’an, but his hand reached out for the cigarette pack again.

"I dare you to pull out another cigarette!" Before Han Zhijin’s fingertips could touch the cigarettes, Xia Wan’an raged again.

Han Zhijin’s fingertips, went back and forth inside the cigarette box, then finally he let go of the cigarette he was holding and quietly withdrew his hand.

Seeing his reaction, Xia Wan’an’s face slightly softened: "Look at this office of yours, it stinks like hell, how can anyone stay in here?"

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch with complete disregard for his image, Han Zhijin, upon hearing this, wanted to argue but finally mumbled, "Auntie, how am i not human?"

"So you do realize I’m calling you inhuman!" Xia Wan’an exclaimed as she began picking up the cigarette packs scattered around him. Whether packets were full or empty, she picked them all up and threw them into the trash: "One pack, two packs... eight packs... fifteen packs... Did you come to work today just to play with fifteen packs of cigarettes? You really have some nerve, why don’t you fly to the sky with all your talents!"

The scolded Han Zhijin moved his lips, didn’t say a word, and his head drooped down.

Seeing his state, Xia Wan’an softened: "Even if something’s bothering you, you can’t harm your own body like this. You never smoked before, now suddenly you’re smoking like this, do you want to die!"

After cleaning up the cigarette packs, Xia Wan’an picked up a few tissues and as she tossed the cigarette butts into the trash, she again spoke: "Han Zhijin, let me tell you, you better quit smoking... If you really don’t want to quit, that’s fine too, but on one condition, you will not smoke around Youman..."

Youman... As these two words came out of Xia Wan’an’s mouth, a slight tremble went through the body of Han Zhijin, who was sitting on the floor.

Using tissues to pick up the cigarette butts, Xia Wan’an didn’t notice his reaction and kept muttering to herself: "Youman’s not the same as before, she’s pregnant now, the baby in her belly absolutely cannot inhale second-hand smoke..."

Han Zhijin didn’t say anything, but a touch of red appeared in his eyes.

Without hearing any response from Han Zhijin, Xia Wan’an turned her head and looked at him: "Han Zhijin, are you listening to me?"

Seeing Xia Wan’an turn her head, Han Zhijin lowered his gaze instinctively. Without opening his mouth, he just hummed a "mm-hm".

After hearing Han Zhijin’s response, Xia Wan’an bent down and started picking up cigarette butts again, using the tissue to wipe off the ash, "Also, you’re living downstairs from Youman, she’s pregnant now and definitely needs help sometimes, you should go and check on her more often... to prevent any danger to her..."

Han Zhijin’s throat felt like something was stuck in it, sour and unfavorable. It took him a lot of energy to finally utter a "Sounds good".

As the sounds settled, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, falling on the back of his hand.

"Alright, stop lying on the floor like this, go take a shower, get changed into clean clothes. Look at yourself now, if your sister-in-law sees you or if someone else tells your uncle, you’re going to get scolded again." Xia Wan’an said, as she looked at Han Zhijin again.