Seeing that Zhou Xiaoli did not believe him, Zheng Yongyan panicked. "I wasn't crying just now. I'm a man, alright? How could I cry because of this?"
Zhou Xiaoli nodded. "Ah, yes, yes."
Zheng Yongyan snorted coldly. "What kind of attitude is that? Hmph! You're indeed an uneducated young lady. How unreasonable."
Zhou Xiaoli: "Ah, yes, yes, yes."
Zheng Yongyan: …
Zhou Xiaoli's attitude made Zheng Yongyan feel like his words had fallen on deaf ears. He was so angry that he stopped being angry.
In the end, he simply turned his head away, pursed his lips, and ignored Zhou Xiaoli.
However, he was cursing in his heart. "How was she as sensible, obedient, and smart as his father said?" he thought.
