"Cut it out!"
Feng Yuan curled his lips in some dissatisfaction but didn't say much more. Although he wasn't afraid of compensating if it really came to that, it wasn't necessary. Zhong Liuyan glared at Pei Yu and said discontentedly,
"If you won't help choose, then don't make things worse, okay?"
Seeing Pei Yu's aggrieved expression, Feng Yuan grew a bit puzzled about what exactly had happened. Shaking the formal attire in his hands, Zhong Liuyan said,
"After the academy exams are over, I'd like to invite you to a banquet. By then, you..."
"Do I really need to wear formal attire?"
Feng Yuan asked, puzzled. He wasn't particularly interested in these so-called formal clothes, and because he wasn't very tall, these things had to be custom-made for him. Pei Yu turned his head away and said nothing; in fact, it was precisely because of Feng Yuan's height that he had not agreed to Zhong Liuyan's request.
