Not Fight for Bread, Just Fight for Pride

Fang Zichong couldn't shake the feeling that Zhouzhou looked as if she was about to shatter.

The reason? There were tears welling up in her eyes.

Why was that?

He stared at her, utterly confused. He had just complimented her so sincerely—was she upset?

Had he not been sincere enough in his praise?

After thinking for a moment, determined that his idol could do no wrong and that he was the one at fault, Fang Zichong's expression became even more earnest as he spoke again: "Everything I just said was from the heart, I swear. Not a single lie in it."

This time, Zhouzhou nearly lost her balance.

He had sworn it. He truly thought she was short.

Zhouzhou's lips quivered with anger, and her fingers trembled as she pointed at him. "I... I'll remember this!"

Hearing this, Fang Zichong couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

She remembered him!

"That's an honor!" he blurted out, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

He was practically mocking her now.