Sure enough, after Bo Yan started speaking in English, he caught a glimpse of Song Fengzhi in the rearview mirror, whose shoulders suddenly calmed down, no longer suppressing laughter.
Xia Siyu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly switched to English to argue back, "Bullshit, you're neither skilled nor interesting. If it weren't for your good looks, I'd have kicked you out a long time ago. It's all just a façade, got it?"
Bo Yan immediately retorted, "You scratched me all over. Dare you say you're just pretending? Your voice was so loud."
Xia Siyu scoffed, "Can't I scratch if I'm uncomfortable? If you weren't making a living off your looks, I'd have scratched your face back then! And since when was my voice not loud? Does it sound gentle now? If it isn't working, then it just isn't."
This is indeed every man's sore spot, and Bo Yan was no exception. He instantly sat up straight, "What do you mean I'm not good enough?"
