Two people, one standing, one sitting.
Xu Qiaoqiao was looking down at him, but this man, even his casual sitting posture, had an air of arrogance as if nobody else mattered.
It was she who was taken advantage of, so why does this man act like he's the one who's justified?
Unable to hold back, Xu Qiaoqiao grimaced and mumbled quietly, "It's hardly fair, I'm the one at a loss here."
But the room was too quiet, even her soft murmur was heard by Xu Mushen.
He lowered his eyes, propped himself up off the floor, and stood up.
Recalling the girl's previous prank, he couldn't help but tease: "Flat-chested girl, what loss did you suffer?"
Xu Qiaoqiao: "You...!"
She lowered her head and looked at her chest.
It did seem a bit small?
But to admit it now would show weakness.
She snapped back, "I have a B cup!"
Xu Mushen said nothing, just glanced at her, but his eyes clearly expressed one idea: Are you sure?
This guy... although not talkative, his internal drama was intense!
