"Huh?" Le Yao frowned.
"Girlfriend means a friend who is a girl. Could it be that you're a man?" Nangong Jue asked seriously. Anyway, the domineering president's novel had taught him that as long as he wasn't embarrassed, it would always be others who were.
Le Yao opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to refute. In the end, she could only turn around and return to her room. She slammed the door shut. There was no way to communicate with an unreasonable man.
Nangong Jue shivered from the shock. Fortunately, the house was built firmly. Otherwise, the house would have collapsed.
The night passed uneventfully.
