"Of course I'm complimenting you. It's good for a man to have a bit of temper, way better than being a spineless goody-two-shoes."
"So what you're saying is, I used to be a spineless goody-two-shoes?"
"I didn't say that. Don't wrong me."
"..."
Tang Feng and Han Xiaoxiao teased each other, and the slight sense of estrangement between them gradually faded, as if they had returned to the age when they could talk about anything.
Tang Feng enjoyed this very much.
But then, Han Xiaoxiao sent a red envelope, which shattered this pleasant atmosphere.
"What are you sending a red envelope for?" Tang Feng asked, puzzled.
"This is the red envelope Sun Haiyang sent just now. I don't want it, so I'm giving it to you. We're back in touch now, so if you ever find yourself tight on funds, just let me know. I've got quite a stash of private money."
From Han Xiaoxiao's words, it was clear that she thought Tang Feng was doing pretty mediocre in Zhonghai.
