"I thought I made myself clear just now!" Leng Xiaoyao said indifferently.
The classmate didn't ask again, feeling embarrassed.
Leng Xiaoyao had made it clear, and he had heard it clearly, but he still had doubts.
"Humph! Look at her attitude! Does she really think she can make a good game? I think it's just a common game that won't even make it to the top." He Xiaoxiao couldn't stand Leng Xiaoyao's attitude. No matter how good it sounded, she didn't believe it.
"What does whether I can make a good game or not have to do with you? I don't even know you, but you keep bothering me. Are you looking for a fight? You're just like a dog, biting people randomly. Is that what you enjoy doing?" Leng Xiaoyao couldn't tolerate it any longer and retorted without hesitation.
