At the long, luxurious dining table, Wei Zhaoye and Jiang Han sat at opposite ends, resembling the Chu-Han border.
Wei Zhaoye wasn't wearing a suit today; he was wearing a white shirt and gray casual pants.
From the time he went downstairs until he ate, Bi Xie didn't hear him say a word.
Actually, she had sensed it yesterday; Wei Zhaoye was unusually quiet.
Could it be that he has autism?
She picked up her phone and saw several new messages on WeChat, all related to part-time jobs. She had added Wei Zhaoye as a WeChat friend yesterday, but as expected, he hadn't accepted her request.
Song Ma came over with a plate of fruit salad: "Xiao Xie, have some fruit first."
"Thank you, Aunt Song." Bi Xie's eyes lit up when he saw the mangoes and strawberries he liked.
"You're welcome. The fruit at home is all air-freighted and very fresh. If you like it, I'll make you another serving later."
Jiang Han stretched and walked over. He hadn't eaten much, and his eyes were still a little sleepy.
When she stretched, a small portion of her pale, white skin was exposed.
"Where do you get tutoring?" Bi Xie asked, glancing at Wei Zhaoye.
At this rate of approaching the villainous boss, when will she be able to make the villain feel that there is true love in the world?
Fortunately, she can stay in this mission world for a while longer.
“Let’s just stay in the living room. My cousin is going to the company soon,” Jiang Han said, taking out her phone and glancing at Bi Xie. “I sent you a WeChat message yesterday, why didn’t you reply?”
Bi Xie: "I'm asleep."
Jiang Han said, "Sleeping so early? I played a few more games when I got home, and I almost fainted from anger. Did you see the game screenshots I sent you? That guy playing Zhang Liang, he played mid lane and built a full set of defensive items, Holy Grail, Witch's Cloak, Witch's Cloak, Frostbite, and then he even built Unholy Grail, and in the end, his damage was only 12%. It's unbelievable!"
"I was so angry last night, Qin Xiaoxie, and you didn't even try to comfort me. You didn't reply to my WeChat messages. Are we even friends?"
After Jiang Han finished recounting Zhang Liang's heinous crimes in great detail, he discovered that Bi Xie hadn't listened at all. His two clear, spring-like eyes were fixed on the man who had come down from upstairs in a black suit.
"Damn it! Qin Xiaoxie, you bastard who values women over friends!" Jiang Han whispered through gritted teeth as he leaned close to Bi Xie's ear.
Wei Zhaoye had already disappeared from the entrance hall. Bi Xie rolled his eyes: "Everyone has a love for beauty."
Jiang Han scoffed, "Let me tell you, there's no way you'll ever be able to pursue my cousin! Just give up on that idea; my cousin doesn't even like women!"
"Who said I was going to pursue him?"
Jiang Han was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow: "Don't deny it to the death, your lecherous eyes have already betrayed you."
Bi Xie: "..."
"But my cousin has the body of a model and the looks of a celebrity; any woman would find it hard to resist, I understand..."
"Let's have some tutoring," Bi Xie interrupted Jiang Han's endless chatter. "Finish today's lessons as soon as possible, and I'll help you dominate the battlefield!"
"Really?" Jiang Han's cashew eyes lit up.
Bi Xie felt that even without the status of a noble young master or outstanding achievements, Jiang Han would definitely not starve to death just because of his face.
As she took her textbooks out of her bag, she said, "Really."
Jiang Han basically didn't attend any classes in his first and second years of high school. Back then, he dyed his hair a very trendy gray-blue color and formed an underground band with a few friends who loved music. He was the lead singer and was so engrossed in music that he failed every subject in the college entrance examination.
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