"Lying flat and rotting away?" Zong Guang was somewhat at a loss for words to describe Nie Guangyi's phrasing.
He could clearly feel that it wasn't intended to provoke or anything like that.
Yet every few sentences would be a deeply heart-piercing one.
"Isn't that the case! Whether Mengxin can escape this huge net, I have no idea, but I've already resigned myself to lying flat inside it."
Nie Guangyi being so candid, Zong Guang didn't feel right putting on airs or anything: "When you talk like this, I don't know how to respond."
"I honestly think of you as my big uncle, otherwise, I wouldn't be so frank."
"Can I refuse?"
"Well, the decision seems to be in Mengxin's hands."
"Then you might be underestimating my influence in Zhizhi's heart."
"No way." Nie Guangyi objected confidently, "I clearly overestimated you."
"..."
Zong Guang decided to focus on driving properly.
Talking to Nie Guangyi, it really wasn't possible to feel any better.
