In the room.
Chenchen muttered.
"What are you muttering about?" Zhang Ye asked.
Chenchen looked towards the door as she mumbled in her mouth, "Someone more pretentious than you is out there."
"You can hear them too?" Zhang Ye was not angry this time, instead he said happily, "This person is really a little pretentious. Talking about his company, ancient books, and his dad and what nots. How's that even interesting?"
Chenchen said while doing her homework, "My aunt would not be interested in him."
Zhang Ye coughed a little, "Little rascal, then do you think your aunt would be interested in me?"
"You?" Chenchen looked at him for a while, "But you can't beat my aunt in a duel."
Zhang Ye shrugged, "Then if your Uncle Zhang can beat her in a fight one of these days?"
Chenchen's mouth twitched. "...Hur Hur. Let us talk when you actually beat her. Stop boasting. You never practiced martial arts. You can't even beat Little Lu."
