Yao Yue didn't know why, but she felt like every time Li Xiaoqiang spoke, it could make someone die of anger.
Yao Yue stared at Li Xiaoqiang, rolled her eyes at him and said, "I say, precious student, next time you speak, could you be a bit more innocent?"
Li Xiaoqiang wrapped his arm around Yao Yue's waist, swaggering down the street, enjoying the gazes of the pedestrians, "Teacher Yao Yue, that's where you're wrong, don't you know I've always been a very innocent man? But, you women have turned me into what I am today."
"Oh?"
Yao Yue blinked at Li Xiaoqiang, curiously asked, "Then tell me. How have we women transformed you, as if you've been through some serious trauma? As a playboy, do you have a heart-wrenching story too?"
Li Xiaoqiang stared at Yao Yue, "Teacher Yao Yue, this is where you don't understand us men."
"No man wants to wander aimlessly in this bustling world, and the reason some men seem frivolous is because they haven't found that one devoted woman."
