Song Zhiwei's weird words made Song Zhiwei feel uncomfortable all over, and he hissed in disgust, "Fu Chenshi, if you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why don't you just say it?"

"Don't act like a hermaphrodite or say something that makes people's ears itchy."

Fu Chenshi pursed her thin lips tightly, and the veins on her forehead were twitching, as if they were jumping out of the skin and jumping on Song Zhiwei's face.

He gritted his ...