The next second, Mu Yunxiao put down his pen and ran over, hugging the financial newspaper to his chest, eyes wary as he looked at Tang Yanqi: "Don't touch my male god."
"Male... male god?"
Mu Yunxiao carefully put the financial newspaper back, raised his chin proudly as if saying something very impressive: "Brother Nan is my male god; how could you mere mortals desecrate him."
Tang Yanqi couldn't help but laugh: "Desecrate? You can use that word? Not bad at Chinese."
"Hmph... it's not that I'm unwilling to learn; if I wanted to, I could do it in no time."
Tang Yanqi glanced behind him, not forgetting what Mu Yunxiao just said, and asked, "You said he's your male god?"
"Yes, my dream is to become someone like Brother Nan."
Mu Yunxiao's childish eyes shone with the light of seeing an idol master, full of ambition, but before Tang Yanqi could say anything, he dimmed again: "Alas, but it's too difficult."
