Wang Zishu was tired of arguing and was drinking juice when she nearly sprayed it all out upon hearing Wen Jiaren's words. She choked and started coughing fiercely, her pretty face flushing red. Dong Gua, heartless as ever, started laughing, "Look at the state of you."
Wang Zishu glared at him fiercely and leaned in close to Wen Jiaren to whisper, "If he had the slightest interest in me, he'd be gentle and a gentleman. Look at him reveling in my misfortune, does he seem interested? If I got together with him, wouldn't we be fighting every day?"
Wen Jiaren chuckled, "Lovers born from bickering can be quite good too."
"Sister, I have zero sparks with him, I'm warning you not to play matchmaker carelessly."
Wang Zishu warned in a low voice. Wen Jiaren shrugged, "As you wish."
