Fan Rou's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Me."
"Your complexion doesn't look good. Did I say something wrong?" This place is so small, he's never lived in such a small house.
"No." Fan Rou replied stiffly.
Zhou Xian ignored her, just assuming she's on her period; after all, women have a few abnormal days every month.
Fan Rou's face flushed red, she knew Zhou Xian didn't mean anything by it, he was just stating a fact.
Many times the truth isn't pleasant to hear, and sitting in such a high position, he often doesn't need to pretend.
Unless he encounters an equally matched opponent, he doesn't need to speak politely to win anyone's favor.
Even with Jun Mochan, he dares to joke around.
Ye Ranran naturally understood this, but understanding doesn't mean she can accept it. She glared at Zhou Xian: "What kind of talk is that? Can't you speak human language?"
"Just because you're single doesn't mean you can speak like an animal!"
