Ming Ge pondered the sentence carefully and surprisingly found a hint of sugar in Gong Yeyan's "tragic childhood."
"Cough," she cleared her throat, belatedly asking, "The thing you just said, were you indirectly complimenting me on being... pretty?"
On the other side of the phone, Ming Ge heard the man seemingly chuckle, then he unabashedly admitted, "Not too dumb."
"…" Under her mask, Ming Ge's rosy lips couldn't help but curl up, although she felt the admission, while acknowledging her beauty, wasn't exactly pleasant to hear, "What do you mean 'not too dumb'? I'm not dumb at all, okay?"
This guy really, doesn't know how to speak.
Hmph╯^╰
Gong Yeyan smoothly yielded, saying, "Hmm, not dumb, very smart."
Upon hearing this, Ming Ge finally felt satisfied, as she pushed the shopping cart and chose a few bottles of sauces and seasonings from the supermarket shelf to throw inside. She then brought up the original topic again, "Hmm... you still haven't said what you like to eat."
