Xu Xiaoya opened her mouth wide in disbelief.
"Xixi, I've hardly ever heard you swear at someone!"
"I rarely do. But that guy was just so obnoxious. You don't know, his mouth is incredibly foul sometimes, so I couldn't help cursing at him..."
"And he doesn't get angry when you yell at him?"
"Oh, he does. He often blocks me."
"!!!"
"But, every time he blocks me, he just unblocks me again. His skin is so thick. I feel no matter how much I curse at him, he never actually gets mad."
Xu Xiaoya was immensely curious. "Then, this guy is pretty decent. You've never met him and never really done anything for him. He doesn't even know what you look like, yet he's willing to help you. That's rare."
"I do think he's a good guy."
However, Yan Xixi suddenly remembered all the pranks he used to play on her at the beginning: delivering the wrong takeout, making caustic remarks—his list of misdeeds was endless.
"Haha, is he married?"
