Ai Zhiyi rubbed his eyes gently. His face looked steady, but it gradually turned sullen. He was actually about to ignore Chu Weixu's words, but he also couldn't help but express his grievances, so he said sulkily, "You're going too far. You invited me to argue with you when I'm sick."
Chu Weixu replied, "I didn't mean anything. It was you, who took my words too seriously."
Ai Zhiyi rolled his eyes, then looked away, showing an indifferent look. Who wouldn't take his words seriously if he said them with an intense expression? Other people would also think so, that he was serious about his words.
Still, Ai Zhiyi chose not to comment on anything. If he continued to reply to Chu Weixu's words, then such talk would never end.
