"You absolutely can't believe that. Besides, it's all about the generation gap."
Wang Jie explained with a bitter face, having no idea what he had said as a child that Wang Xiaoyu remembered so clearly.
He was also very puzzled, wondering if he had ever said such things as a child. That should be impossible, right?
Listening to Wang Jie's words, Wang Xiaoyu couldn't help but grit her teeth, and immediately, the strength in her hand increased significantly.
"So, what you mean is that you admit you're a jerk, huh?"
"Ah?"
"Fine, you bastard."
"I'm asking you now, do you like the two of them?"
Wang Xiaoyu cast a persistent glance at Han Qingya and Zhao Xueying.
Seeing his expression, Wang Jie couldn't help but chuckle and then secretly shook his head.
Pouting, Wang Xiaoyu looked at Wang Jie with dissatisfaction, her expression changing from confusion to disappointment, because she couldn't see anything wrong about him.