Ou Zun didn't stay long and left immediately.
Together with Ou Mo.
Sitting in the car, Ou Mo amusingly looked at his brother. He seemed different after not seeing him for little more than a month.
Hmm ... a man in love, indeed a bit more childish in his actions.
Ou Mo said in a low voice, "Why are you competing with Gao Wen?"
Ou Zun was right, why should Gao Wen compete with him? Gao Wen, from head to toe, is nowhere near Ou Zun, there's absolutely no comparison.
On the contrary, Ou Zun competing with Gao Wen is actually lowering his own standard.
Ou Zun pursed his lips and remained silent. He would rather die than admit that when he saw Gao Wen's love letter to Mù Qiānxún of ten-thousand words, he was almost drowned in a sea of jealousy and resentment. "I love you," "I like you," and all the sweet talk, he never said such things to Mù Qiānxún. Why should Gao Wen be able to say them?
