Yu Miao felt wronged and indignant.
She was a professional and had attended training classes for several years. Just the examination alone took a lot of time.
How could the ordinary people of Chinatown compare to such skills of hers?
Yu Ruo frowned and looked at Xiao Han. "Your words are too poisonous. I'm afraid no girl will like you. Be careful not to find a girlfriend in the future."
Which girl could stand Xiao Han's poisonous tongue?
"Hehe, if you're looking for someone like Yu Miao, I'd rather not get married for the rest of my life. My poisonous tongue has nothing to do with you," Xiao Han crossed his arms and said casually.
He would only be so vicious to people he didn't like.
There was no need to swallow his anger when facing someone he hated. It was best to anger the other party to death.
