"Forget it, I'm too lazy to banter with you." Lin Xueji's face turned ashen, looking extremely unpleasant, she said coldly.
Talking to someone like him was simply an insult to her soul, she didn't want to stay any longer.
"Tch, I'm too lazy to talk to you. A person who doesn't even have a normal sense of aesthetics, no matter how pretty, won't catch my eye. When you start thinking I'm handsome, come find me, and maybe I'll treat you." Ye Xuan smiled lightly and said.
"Treat me? Are you kidding me? Fix your own mental illness first, uncle!" Lin Xueji said angrily.
Those who knew Lin Xueji understood that she was naturally indifferent and disdained to speak with ordinary people, earning her the nickname "Iceberg Beauty."
But at this moment, even Lin Xueji didn't notice that she had already talked extensively with Ye Xuan without realizing it.
In fact, in front of Ye Xuan, she found it hard to maintain her aloof demeanor, behaving like a little woman, embarrassed and flustered.
