"I'm on it," Jiang Yi said, intensely gazing at the sudden change in his friend's expression, kindly reminding him, "Shaoming, do you need a mirror?"
Fan Shaoming glared at him abruptly.
Jiang Yi chuckled and touched his nose, feeling quite proud of how handsome it was. He smirked at Fan Shaoming and said, "I just thought you might want to see your current face. It looks terrible. Which chord did the Elite Talent School's background strike in you?"
It was a rhetorical question.
Who else could strike a chord in Fan Shaoming, if not Su Xiaoyue?
