Ji Fan was originally seriously seeking advice from Lian Xinying, but after hearing this sentence, couldn't help but retort: "I think you are a bit fiercer."
"Ah?"
"I said, you are fiercer than Yan Ye." Ji Fan, fearing she wouldn't understand, put it in simple and plain terms.
Lian Xinying's mood was utterly baffled.
What's this joke? Ji Fan thinks she is fiercer than Yan Ye?
Can they still happily be friends?
Which eye of his saw her as fiercer than Yan Ye?
It's always been Yan Ye calling the shots, and she's been so oppressed she couldn't even turn over.
"What? You think I'm wrong?" Ji Fan froze for a moment, seeing her silent and somewhat terrifying demeanour, so he muttered.
"Yan Ye looks fiercer than me! Of course, he's the fiercer one!" Lian Xinying didn't know how she had offended Ji Fan so much that she left such a bad impression on him.
"Looking fierce doesn't mean someone is fierce. Yan Ye is a very reasonable man..."
