"I— want— to— kill— someone."
Qiao Xiaren faintly heard the grinding of teeth on the other end, raising an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat puzzled.
"Who offended you?"
"You!"
Qiao Xiaren's words had angered him to the point of veins throbbing in his forehead. His emotions seemed to spiral out of control, and even after he calmed down for a while, there was no rationality left in him.
But facing Qiao Xiaren, he seemed to be helpless against her.
Damn it, does Chu Yifei think he's better than him? The terribly jealous man didn't realize that he was overthinking and was doing all the storytelling himself.
"Me?" Qiao Xiaren sounded confused, "I don't think I saw you today, did I?"
"Are you and Chu Yifei close?" He finally couldn't help asking this question.
"You haven't danced like that with me ever."
"..."
Qiao Xiaren finally understood what Si Limo was upset about. She found it amusing but also helpless, thinking that he must not have seen her text message.