Gao Hong's face was pale, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his receding hairline made his head appear even shinier.
He never expected that this pretty boy before him was a wolf in sheep's clothing. How many languages did he speak in just two minutes? Could be thirty! Gao Hong's fragile self-esteem was shattered to pieces.
Compared to Ling Feng, he, at his age, only learned ten languages, truly a weakling among weaklings!
"Why are young people such monsters these days?" Gao Hong lamented tearfully.
"Alright!" Yun Hanrui chuckled as she tugged on Ling Feng's sleeve. Ling Feng clicked his tongue and said, "Honey, sorry, I forgot I should be modest, modest!"
Gao Hong awkwardly turned his head, randomly grabbed a magazine to cover his face—what a humiliation, how could he be so embarrassed?
"Brother Gao, you got your magazine!" Ling Feng kindly reminded him.
Gao Hong: ...
