"So,"—Lin Jiage intentionally paused for a moment before continuing calmly—"all that praise you had for her voice, those weren't your true thoughts either?"
Lu Benlai pointed a shaking finger at Lin Jiage and said, "You, you, you—"
Xia Shangzhou dropped his phone to the ground in shock. "I, I, I—"
Glancing at the incoherent duo, Lin Jiage left the game and threw aside his phone. He stood up and massaged his sore neck, grabbed his towel and pajamas by the side, and leisurely entered the bathroom.
The moment the bathroom door closed, as Lin Jiage expected, the miserable howlings of Lu Benlai and Xia Shangzhou rang from within the dormitory room.
"The heck, did we grab the wrong script? Weren't we supposed to mock the boss? Why is he mocking us instead?"
"Who's the screenwriter? Drag him out and pummel him to death!"
"Sis Yao, let me explain. I wasn't speaking against my true thoughts. I honestly feel that your voice sounds beautiful…"
