"Ling Yuanzhou!" Mo Weiran frowned deeply, cold-faced and tinged with anger as he spoke, "Are you sick? What do you mean by 'flirtatious'? Did they provoke you? If you have an issue with me, just say it. Why insult others?"
"What, getting worked up now? Don't forget, it was you who told me about Gu Zhiqi attracting bees and butterflies, keeping several backups," Ling Yuanzhou said with a cold sneer, looking at Mo Weiran, "You didn't seem so rushed when you were telling me all about it before."
Mo Weiran, infuriated by Ling Yuanzhou's words, had his chest heaving with anger, and finally, he burst into laughter out of frustration.
"I never would have thought, Ling Yuanzhou, that I freaking thought you never listened to me. Now it seems that's not the case."
"I freaking spoke to you nicely about how Miss is different from before, and you didn't catch a single word, but you remember the gossip I told you, and now you're using that to mock me? You're really something."
