"Mr. Pei Yan, you must be very angry right now!" Xila didn't reach for the water cup, and faced with Pei Yan's seemingly warm but actually distant attitude, sighed helplessly.
"Miss Xila, anyone would feel resentment if they were publicly and ruthlessly abandoned in a competition broadcasted live across several realms!" Pei Yan said, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, mocking himself: "Look, Miss Xila, do I sound like a scorned woman left for an ex-girlfriend?"
"Mr. Pei Yan, we have our own difficulties..."
