Why would I like her?

Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at him. "So anyone who knows Chinese is fated to be your soulmate? Are you shameless?"

Holding her chin as she smiled and watched the two bickering, Mu Xiaoxiao teased Song Shijun, saying, "Shijun, I thought you liked Qiqing. Am I wrong?"

Upon hearing that, Song Shijun, who was originally bickering with Han Qiqing, seemed as if someone stepped on his tail. "How is that possible! Why would I like her?"

Han Qiqing was very displeased with his disgusted look. "Aiyah, what's this look on your face? Do you hate me that much? Like I care, I don't even like you!"

"I don't like you either!" Song Shijun obviously had to retort and maintain his dignity as a man.

"I don't like you even more!"

"I don't like you the most!"

The two men began to bicker again. Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head, unsure whether to laugh or cry. She had the feeling that the two were very compatible, just like a pair of jokers.