Jiang Zeyu scoffed disdainfully.
"Tsk, you're such a small fry. You just don't dare to admit it."
Feng Tianrui rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a narcissist. At least with your traffic-light-red hair, you have been able to draw attention to yourself. Now that you're like this, you're just average."
Jiang Zeyu: "You're just jealous that I'm more handsome than you!"
Feng Tianrui: "A person has to know his own worth. You're obviously not worth much."
Jiang Zeyu: ???
Was that how you were supposed to use that saying?
"But..."
Feng Tianrui asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly think of dyeing your hair?"
Jiang Zeyu said nonchalantly, "I suddenly got sick of it."
Feng Tianrui looked at him suspiciously. "Why don't I believe you?"
Jiang Zeyu said, "Oh, actually, my little sister said it clashed with my eyes."
Feng Tianrui: ... Actually, it was mainly because of Jiang Yu's words, wasn't it?
