Ji Weixi knew that he would say that, and was extremely speechless.
"Could you be more despicable, Li Shaoling?"
"Sure." Li Shaoling nonchalantly rested his chin on one hand as his thin lips held back a vague grin. "I'm just afraid you might cry from how despicable I could be."
"Pfft—" Ji Weixi was drinking her red wine, and could not stop herself from spitting.
Li Shaoling held a tissue paper across the table to wipe her lips.
Ji Weixi glared at him. "Pervert."
"But I am a
Ji Weixi quickly look around them. It was lucky that no one was listening, or she would be so embarrassed she would dig a hole to bury herself.
"Could you shut up, Li Shaoling!" She stifled her voice through gritted teeth.
