Ling Xiaoyang's conversation with Xia Zijie matched perfectly with the one he just had with Sizhe.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be different from me? Is this how 'different' you are? It's really too different!" Sizhe teased with a laugh.
Ling Xiaoyang looked at Sizhe, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything because there truly was nothing to say. Just a moment ago he was confidently claiming to be different, and the next second, he did the exact same thing. Could he still hear the clear sound of his own face being slapped ringing in his ears?
"Sizhe, I'm really curious, how could you be so sure that Ling Xiaoyang wouldn't spill the beans?"
"Well, that thing... it's something you have to understand through experience, not words. Only those who have experienced it will understand!"
