Yu Yanlin was pouting. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his lips pulled down. "I'm serious…"
Zhang Wang shook his head, let out a loud sigh, "I know…it's just…you're so weird and difficult to deal with, can't you cut me some slack? You say that you wish to talk and then you say that you don't even know what about. How do you think I'm supposed to react to that?"
The demon king was crestfallen, "I…You have a good point. I'm sorry…"
Unable to resist temptation, Zhang Wang reached up to pet that silver head, "Ah, don't worry about it and stop giving me that face. Alright, alright, you win dammit! Let's sit down and have a chat."
