"Your taste is awful!" Lu Ziheng chimed in again.
Ran Yu pursed her lips, somewhat unconvinced, "Besides being a little fool and talkative, his looks ought to score a 7, okay?"
Lu Ziheng's grip tightened as he shot her a glare, "Him?"
A greenhorn kid, dressed in bizarre outfits, a try-hard, edgy killer Matt style, and he could get a 7?
Seeing someone's darkened face, Ran Yu quickly started to brown-nose, "Of course, you're much higher, you have a perfect 10 in my heart!"
Lu Ziheng instantly felt much better as he elegantly lifted his wine glass for a sip before saying, "So, I'm that perfect in your heart."
Perfect my ass!
Ran Yu retched internally while plastering a constant fake smile on her face, "I'll go do my homework now, the tutor is coming soon to check it."
After finishing, she limped over to the sofa and sat down, taking out her workbook.
The living room was very quiet.
