Fang Yi looked at her, his gaze really seemed like he was staring at someone brainless: "Where did you get the idea that I look down on you? Not patting your head means I look down on you? Why don't you let me pat your trophy?"
"Trophy?" Fang Yingying said with an innocent face: "I've never won a trophy, but I do have elementary school awards. Do you want to touch those?"
"I'll touch your bullshit!"
"You're so cranky." Fang Yingying blinked, then her lips curled into a devilish smile: "But I like it."
Fang Yi suddenly felt he had fallen into her trap. He originally didn't want to bother with her, so how did he get entangled again?
So Fang Yi turned around without saying a word and walked away, not giving her any more chances.
But Fang Yingying was the shamelessly persistent type, matching Fang Yi's stubbornness, she chased after him.
"Don't you want to know my decision? Don't you want to touch my trophy? Wait, slow down, you're walking too fast, I can hardly catch up."
