Xu Xiaoxiao, drying his hair, paused, sparing Wu Lili a glance. "Who are you?"
"I'm an educated youth from the village. I'll lend you the towel. You can return it to me later." Wu Lili smiled sweetly.
"I don't need it." Xu Xiaoxiao waved her off, a cold rejection if anything.
Since he was young, women of all ages and backgrounds had tried to curry favor with him by offering towels, water, and food. He was used to it. However, he knew not to take any of them seriously and had even grown to hate it at some point. None of them were sincere. They only ever turned to him after failing to garner Zhou Hengyang's attention; he always came second best.
Humph!
Was he the kind of man to pick up another's leftovers?
It just showed how none of them understood him.
Xu Xiaoxiao continued to dry himself with his shirt. He could not be bothered to entertain Wu Lili.
