"What about you is worthy of my attention?"
He sized Zhuo Ya up and down, his eyes and brows filled with deep disdain.
Seeing him like this, Zhuo Ya indifferently said, "I don't think so. I just think you, this kid, have a bit of a bad temper."
Xu Zigui scowled, touching his own nose and muttered.
"What do you mean I have a bad temper? Say that again? What do you mean I have a bad temper?"
He was so angry he almost blew his top, glowering at Zhuo Ya.
Zhuo Ya frowned tightly and looked at Xu Zigui, "Sorry, I misspoke."
"Fine... forget it, I won't hold it against you."
Xu Zigui was actually just throwing a childish temper tantrum, never expecting Zhuo Ya to suddenly apologize to him.
Zhuo Ya's apology left Xu Zigui stunned, completely throwing him off.
He muttered softly, no longer daring to speak.
Seeing Xu Zigui silent, Zhuo Ya, with downcast eyelids, asked, "Don't you have school today?"
With Xu Zigui here, Zhuo Ya couldn't continue her rehabilitation.
