Gong Jiahua touched his cheek and said proudly, "I'm all natural. If you don't have cosmetic surgery, you'd look a lot older than me!"
Xiao Zexin was too lazy to argue with him.
"Why are you here, really?"
"As I said, I just want to chat with Ayue about dreams."
"Do you have dreams?"
"Why wouldn't I have dreams?! My lifelong dream is to marry my goddess, Ayue!"
Xiao Zexin suddenly threw the book in his hand at him—
Gong Jiahua dodged it and glared angrily, "Is this how you treat a guest?! Your temper is getting more and more irritable; Ayue will suffer with you sooner or later. It would be better if..."
"Get lost!" Xiao Zexin coldly interrupted him, "Get as far away as possible!"
Gong Jiahua wasn't angry; he snorted coldly, "Fine, I'm leaving, and I'll take Ayue away, far away!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Xiao Zexin felt a headache coming.
Although he knew Gong Jiahua wouldn't really compete with him for Ruyue, he still found this rival very annoying.
