"Are you crazy? What's so great about those gory and brutal horror comics?"
Miss Scott remained indifferent, lazily lifting her eyelids and countered, "Spending so much money on a few books, a piece of paper, what's so good about that?"
"You don't know shit!" Jesse Johnson's eyes were red with rage, his emotions stirred up, "This stuff can't be measured by value!"
"To those who don't care, it looks like waste paper."
"So what?"
Miss Scott chuckled lightly and said unhurriedly, "This kind of thing with indeterminate value, its meaning of existence is jointly granted by the giver and the receiver. No matter how you obtain it, from the start, its value and meaning have nothing to do with you. What's the point of forcibly taking it?"
"..."
Jesse Johnson was momentarily stunned by her words.
After a while, his emotions gradually subsided, but his eyes were still red as he glared at her, "Why are you so annoying?!"
Lifting her eyebrows, Miss Scott said, "After all, I'm charming."
