"When did you become Mr. Nice Guy?" Mo Datong laughed: "Just by looking at your attitude towards Feng Tianzhi, you're nowhere near good-tempered. Don't pat yourself on the back too much."
Being bluntly accused by Mo Datong of self-praise, Mou Ye became displeased and looked at him furiously: "Then why come to me?"
Mo Datong smiled amusedly: "What, are you upset because I said you have a bad temper?"
Luo Ye's big eyes blinked rapidly: "He brought that upon himself, how could I be blamed? In fact... with others, my temper is actually quite good."
Mo Datong held back a laugh and nodded: "I admit that, otherwise you wouldn't have so many friends."
"So why accuse me of self-praise?" Mou Ye insisted on having the last word.
"Who said their temper was bad first?" Mo Datong felt helpless, what is this, only officials are allowed to start fires and the common people can't even light a lamp?
