Chu Hao was filled with doubts and asked, "System, what's going on here? I can't make heads or tails of the current pretentiousness routine."
The System replied, "This is the essence of the Pretentious Little Prince; Host still has a long way to go."
How difficult could the essence of pretentiousness be? Chu Hao frowned.
It's a pity for this kid, having become the subject of my pretentiousness study.
Damn!
Zhang Xianfeng was about to break down. "You're slapping my face again! Can't you hit somewhere else?"
"You! You!" Zhang Xianfeng was completely terrified, his legs trembling.
Chu Hao looked down, his gaze cold, and said, "Can't you young people speak properly? I have nothing to do with Ji Qingqing, and I don't want to have anything to do with her."
Zhang Xianfeng said in pain, "Then why did you hit me again?"
Chu Hao showed a troubled expression and said, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back just now."
Zhang Xianfeng: "..."
