Is This Never Going to End?

"So... Tang Wu Lin didn't explain it to you?"

Ling Zichen had been about to continue complaining, but at those words, her brows furrowed slightly, and her expression turned somewhat strange.

"He did explain, but... honestly, he started by going on about a bunch of irrelevant stuff. Then I immediately stopped listening." She shrugged, her tone as casual as if they were discussing some trivial matter.

"So you came straight to me?"

Ling Zichen sighed and rubbed her temples, looking like she had a headache.

"Yeah. In the end, I just threw out a 'Not listening anymore' and came out to clear my head." Ling Zichen snorted softly, sounding displeased.

"I'd also happened to hear about what you'd done, so I wanted to see what you actually looked like and ask what was really going on."

"So you used me as an excuse to clear your head?" Wu Yang Jin's mouth twitched slightly.

"Of course. Who told me I was more curious about you?" Ling Zichen nodded righteously.

Wu Yang Jin: "..."

He lightly tapped the table, looking at her with a hint of amusement.

"Now that you've seen the living, breathing me, what do you think?"

Hearing that, Ling Zichen blinked and gave him a thoughtful once-over.

She made no attempt to hide her gaze. In fact, she openly looked him up and down before slightly lifting her chin, a trace of appreciation in her eyes.

"You've got more of a manly air than Tang Wu Lin, and you're pretty good-looking too. Your temperament is also very steady. Most importantly, you really didn't stare at my butt just now—that earns you major points."

The corner of Wu Yang Jin's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. Just how much did this woman care about that?

"But..." Ling Zichen suddenly rolled her eyes,