Han Lie had just asked casually; he wasn't trying to start a war.
With three girls and one guy, the guy had better just lie low.
Yet unexpectedly, such a simple question directly hit a powder keg.
"A nickname, huh? TEE-HEE..."
Wanwan giggled twice, boldly sticking out her chest. "It's simple, really, because I look like a bowl!"
Si Yu was bewildered, taking another look at her face—it wasn't a round face. Where did it look like a bowl?!
Han Lie subconsciously lowered his eyelids, his heart fluttering.
Alright, if you're talking about that, I'm suddenly all ears!
Seventeen was even more spirited, seemingly spitting out jokingly, "PAH! A lousy nickname given by some dog of a man, and you feel honored? You spill the beans to everyone, are you stupid?"
At first listen, there was nothing wrong with those words, but Wanwan immediately got agitated.
