"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" He Mengji asked.
"What kind of question is that? Of course, I want the truth."
"You aren't just despicable."
Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're exceptionally despicable. A fighter jet among scumbags. Of all the men I've ever met, I've never seen anyone as despicable as you."
Ye Xiong's face darkened.
"Of course, I'm talking about successful men with status and position. I'm excluding those sleazy, low-class street thugs. Compared to them, you're not quite as despicable."
Ye Xiong's face grew even darker.
"All I did was flirt a little. Is it really necessary to be so harsh?" Ye Xiong said, displeased.