As he spoke, Dong Guoning put on a deeply moved expression, took off his glasses, and rubbed them.
Zhang Beixing's breath hitched. "Uh, Old Dong, is there a possibility that she was actually scolding you?"
Dong Guoning's expression changed instantly. "Shut up, you shameless old scoundrel! I won't allow you to slander my goddess like that. My goddess is so gentle and considerate, so adorable and kind. She's simply an angel. How could she possibly scold me? I get it, Lao Zhang. Are you just jealous?"
"I'm telling you, jealousy is pointless! The goddess is mine; don't even think about it!"
Saying this, Dong Guoning even took a couple of steps back, protectively clutching his phone and eyeing Zhang Beixing warily.
Seeing him like this, the corners of Zhang Beixing's mouth twitched. After a long moment, he managed to choke out, "Simp... no, king of simps, you're truly unbelievable!"
