The needle in Jocelyn's hand had already pierced into his skin.
"Creak!"
The living room suddenly lit up again.
Jocelyn saw Solomon in front of her.
His face was darkened. The point of the needle was rooted deep into his face.
Jocelyn said nothing.
An inexplicable joy filled her heart when she saw him like this.
The all-mighty president had a needle in his face.
"Pfft."
It was too funny that Jocelyn couldn't help bursting into laughter.
Solomon's face darkened even more.
Jocelyn stopped laughing.
She knew she had gone too far.
After all, she was the one who poked him in the face and laughed casually about it. Wasn't she a little to mean?
"I'm so sorry." Jocelyn apologized quickly.
She was about to reach out to remove the needle from Solomon's
